I took a trip by old Mt Sad today
Shuffled down hill on the gravel road
Crossed the creek, to where we put up hay
Swear I could hear the Model A under heavy load
Where we busted clods, and harrowed smoothe
Planted corn and beans with the old Model A
Terraced the gulleys with grass so blue
Put in many a twelve-hour day
Old Mt Sad, it hasnt changed much
The winds and the rains try their best
To wash-out and gouge waterways and such
Farming Old Mt Sad, there wasnt much rest
But she stands there, as a pillar
A reflection of past gone days
Modern day quipment cannot still her
A testament to hard farmin ways
A testament to hard farmin ways