There's wind blowing high on the mountain
There's trees growing high on the hill
And I'm standing in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill
It was on this land that I labored
Spilled out just for the drill
And I'm standing in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill
It was on this land that I labored
Spilled out just for the drill
And I'm dreaming the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill
It was on this land that I labored
It was here I waited until
That old time box struck four o' clock
On the old farmer's mill
Getting drunk behind the silo
Drinking moonshine fresh from the still
And I can't seem to find my way back to
The old farmer's mill
It was on this land that I labored
Spilled out just for the drill
And I'm dreaming the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill
There's wind blowing high on the mountain
There's trees growing high on the hill
And I'm standing in the tall grass
On the old farmer's mill
On the old farmer's mill
On the old farmer's mill
On the old farmer's mill.
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