Name: Born to Farm This Land
Channel: Joanne Tramonte
Description: License options are available for this song. A farmer needs to relocate where its warmer, way south in Florida. This version has Allison Lockhart on vocals, Newell Baytle recording.

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A farmer needs to relocate where its warmer, way south in Florida. This version has Allison Lockhart on vocals, Newell Baytle recording.

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Joanne Tramonte

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Hi, I'm Joanne and I write songs, lots of them. There's plenty of humor and you may even shed a tear or two when you listen to a some of them. Some of my songs are Country or Bluegrass or Americana, you may notice a couple of them are a little jazzy and a couple are for kids.

Song Info

Genre

Country • Bluegrass

Charts

Peak #127

Peak in subgenre #10

Author

Joanne Tramonte

Rights

2010

Uploaded

August 15, 2012

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:00

Story behind the song

The writer met a man from Minnesota that moved to south Florida to farm year round.

Lyrics

He Was Born ro Farm This Land
Joanne Tramonte (C) 7/2010
 
      VERSE 1
                      
Minnesota farmer made his plans,                         
In the western fields with barely a tan,
In a summer too short for pickin' and sprayin'.
Wax beans, string beans, filled his day.
Sort, box, and dreamt while the sun stayed up.
Got greens ready for those great big trucks.
     CHORUS 1
'Cause he was born to farm this land.
could leave cold winter, to mom and dad
Wanted more sun to work this land
Needed to plow and till with all he had,
'Cause he was born to farm this land.   
       Verse 
After a long snow with nothing to do,
he packed his trunk with everything he knew.
He went where there's farmin' every season.
Where summer's forever within reason.
Down past Homestead and the Gold Coast,
to a place  called Florida City, only the natives know.
  
      CHORUS 2/3
'Cause he was born to farm this land.
Left cold winter, to mom and dad
to toil in the sun and work this land.
Needed to plow and till with all he had,
'Cause he was born to farm this land.

      Bridge:

Now his calluses are thick and his skin is burned.
His nights are filled with a peace most city folks don't learn.
Frogs and gators sing him to sleep,
with a smile on his lips that will always keep, that will always keep.
  CHORUS 3
  Tag: 'Cause he was born to farm this land..

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