Old Route 64

There’s a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.
Once a happy little farmhouse
built back before the war,
home to a growing family,
filled with happiness and love galore,
now just a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.

The mama made it a happy home
for the babies that they bore,
and papa did his very best
to cover both the bills and the chores,
and to make time for mama
and those babies he adored.
But that Greedy old bastard Uncle Sam
kept papa just a shade under poor.
Working a full time job as well as his little farm
out by old route 64

There’s a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.
Once a happy little farmhouse
built back before the war,
home to a growing family,
filled with happiness and love galore,
now just a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.

Then the banker whores, they moved in,
and the law put a note on the front door,
Saying unless Papa paid them off in full
it wouldn’t be the family farm no more…
Now, Papa had made a promise,
it was an oath that he had swore,
just like his own daddy
and his granddaddy before:
That his wife and children
would always be well cared for,
so he rustled through his desk for the paper
that he would trade his own life for.

There’s a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.
Once a happy little farmhouse
built back before the war,
home to a growing family,
filled with happiness and love galore,
now just a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.

They told mama it was a freak accident
as they sealed off the barn door,
and mama got the insurance money
but couldn’t bear to live there no more….
So papa kept his promise,
but lost his loves, his farm, and more
out by a pile of rubble
out by old route 64.