Fred Gillen Jr.

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Dirt

we traded our God for a textbook
then we traded our books for cold, blue screen
now weíre scanning the network searching
looking for spirit in everything

Iím going back to the land
the old, brown earth
I donít need no preacher
donít want no new birth
just give me a pair of worn out boots
and plant my feet in the dirt
In the dirt

we left our families for money
alone and unprepared in the cities we worked
with no connections, we thought we were free
but loneliness is just what itís cracked up to be

Iím going back to the land
the old, brown earth
I donít need no preacher
donít want no new birth
just give me a pair of worn out boots
and plant my feet in the dirt
In the dirt

I want to feel the dirt of my home town
put my toes in the sand of the river of my youth
there is no secret to happiness
but in the warm, dark earth I find the truth

Posted Sunday, October 6th 2019

 


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