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Tracy Nelson
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The Salt Of The Earth
Ike Daniel died today They're buryin' him across the way High up on a hill where his kinfolk rest He had a pretty good life Five children and a solid wife And all and all he counted himself blessed
He took his old John Deere Up on the hill to clear A pathway to the old family plot But gravity and a tractor Are a recipe for disaster A fact Ike know but I guess he plumb forget
They called up Kale Cathey To bring his mule and wagon Cause nothin' else will make it up that grade The folks will walk behind him And the children might be cryin' But Ike will soon be smilin' in the sweet peaceful shade
Claude Dixon's gone from strife He fought hard all of his life He was strong on what was wrong or right The county tried to say They had the right-of-way To cut his trees and put up poles for lights
But Claude did not agree They could not make him see And Claude he always loved a real good fight Each time they set a pole He'd blow it from the hole Old Claude he had a way with dynamite
They're the salt of the earth And they've been since their birth On land that their great-grandfathers had to clear And I'm proud that I knew If only a few Of the last of the breed Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Strong minds, simple creed The salt of the earth
Brown Hill is strong and kind He'll help you anytime He spent his life a bachelor looking after First his Mom and Dad Then sister who once had A fever that relieved her of her mind
Brown is a mighty fine man He does the best he can He makes an honest living on his farm Spring and summer he plants the garden Lights the 'baccer barn fire in autumn In the winter he cuts wood to keep him warm
Once in his young life He made room for a lovely wife But she refused to share her home with three So Brown faced a decision Marry her or care for his sister The choice for him was simple don't you see
We buried Brown today And Amazing Grace we sang Underneath a cold November sky I've got his old hat on my mantle And his knife with the wooden handle And his mama's oil lamp that she told him stories by
They're the salt of the earth And they've been since their birth On land that their great-grandfathers had to clear And I'm proud that I knew If only a few Of the last of the breed Strong mind simple creed The salt of the earth
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