The Final Price Of Grain
The Final Price of Grain

A killing frost blew in last night
On the great white northern train
The farmer’s standing in his field
Cursing the wasted grain
For two straight years a run-in
He’s had no kinda chance
What once was a loving partnership
Is now a broken down romance

He’d say the price of grain is much the same
As it was in fifty eight
But the cost to put it in the ground
Get’s higher everyday
He’d say I was in the navy
In the navy I should’ve stayed
‘cause fighting wars off of foreign shores
Beats farming any day

On numerous occasions I’d stop and talk to him
He was a little bit eccentric but I considered him a friend
But last time that I saw him
There was something in his way
As he wiped his hands on his greasy pants
And turned to walk away

He’d say the price of grain is much the same
As it was in fifty eight
But the cost to put it in the ground
Get’s higher everyday
He’d say I was in the navy
In the navy I should’ve stayed
‘cause fighting wars off of foreign shores
Beats farming any day

I saw his truck on main street downtown yesterday
He was parked in front of Sally’s corner-brook cafe
He wasn’t in the diner he was sitting behind the wheel
And I didn’t stop when I heard the shot
But I cursed that farmer’s field

He’d say the price of grain is much the same
As it was in fifty eight
But the cost to put it in the ground
Get’s higher everyday
He’d say I was in the navy
In the navy I should’ve stayed
‘cause fighting wars off of foreign shores
Beats farming any day