Back To Mt Sad

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 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