The Ballad Of John Vogelin

I survived the desperate toll dark depression takes
I may not break even but babe I’ll never break
Golden coins and smiles no they cannot tip my scales
‘Cause this land, this love will never be for sale

Brass hats and soldier boys whiskey on your breath
Drop your holy missiles you can take my body dead
Send me all your lightning storms your thunderheads and hail
‘Cause this land, this love will never be for sale

Wild eyes they watch on me through the velvet night
Fire on the mountain you can burn me where I lie
Even though I’m dead now as an old and rusty nail
This land, this love will never be for sale