There's a little white note on the gate by the road
That a man put up yesterday
And when we saw it, we all ran out
Just to see what it had to say.
And when we read it, our eyes filled with tears
And they fell to the cold, hard clay
Something about a mortgage, something about foreclosure
Something about failing to pay.

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Oh, and on the post by the general store
They put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow
At the end of Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache
Thirty years of day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say.

Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down
As she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
And every number the auctioneer called
Was like a blow to her precious heart
And every number the auctioneer called
Meant another thing was sold that day
'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching
As they loaded it and drove it away.

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At the day's first dawning, we awoke this morning
There was nothing for us to do
Nothing in the granary, no hay in the mow
No cattle, no tractor, no tools.
So we loaded up the car, took the clothes that we wore
And a few things we managed to save.
Mama read from the Book, we took one last look
And then we drove away.

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Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say.