verse 1 
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There's a little white note  
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on the gate by the road  
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that a man put up yesterday 
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And when we saw it, 
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we all ran out  
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just to see what it had to say. 
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And when we read it,  
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our eyes filled with tears,  
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and they fell to the cold, hard clay 
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Something about a mortgage,  
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something about foreclosure,  
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something about failing to pay. 


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Oh, and on the post by the  
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general store,  
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they put up a little sign 
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An auction sale  
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day after tomorrow  
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at the end of the Lincoln Line 
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Thirty years of farming, 
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thirty years of heartache, 
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thirty years of day to day 
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking  
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the day the farm was auctioned, 
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there was nothing left to say. 

verse 2 
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Oh, my mama's tears fell  
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freely down  
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as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard 
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And every number  
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the auctioneer called  
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was like a blow to her precious heart 
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And every number  
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the auctioneer called  
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meant another thing was sold that day 
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'Til everything was auctioned,  
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and we stood there watching  
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as they loaded it and drove it away. 


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Oh, and on the post by the  
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general store,  
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they put up a little sign 
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An auction sale  
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day after tomorrow  
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at the end of the Lincoln Line 
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Thirty years of farming, 
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thirty years of heartache, 
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thirty years of day to day 
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking  
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the day the farm was auctioned, 
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there was nothing left to say. 

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verse 3 
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At the day's first dawning,  
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we awoke this morning,  
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there was nothing for us to do, 
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Nothing in the granary,  
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no hay in the mow,  
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no cattle, no tractor, no tools. 
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So we loaded up the car,  
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took the clothes that we wore  
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and a few things we managed to save. 
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Mama read from the Book,  
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we took one last look,  
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and then we drove away. 


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Oh, and on the post by the  
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general store,  
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they put up a little sign 
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An auction sale  
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day after tomorrow  
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at the end of the Lincoln Line 
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Thirty years of farming, 
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thirty years of heartache, 
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thirty years of day to day 
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking  
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the day the farm was auctioned, 
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there was nothing left to say. 

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Oh, my daddy stopped talking 
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the day the farm was auctioned, 
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there was nothing left to say.