Conway Twitty - Jason\'s Farm lyrics

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He bought three hundred acres, ten miles south of town<br />

A drifter who decided it was time to settle down<br />

There was no sea he had not sailed nor a sky he had not flown<br />

And the only place he'd never been was a place he could call his own.<br />

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He broke the soil and planted seed but the land refused to yield<br />

And the loneliness he felt at night was the kind no man should feel<br />

Till a woman came into his life a daughter of the soil<br />

A bride that he could stand beside and ease his daily toil.<br />

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And he called his kingdom Jason's Farm<br />

The land grew rich and green for king Jason and his queen<br />

And the wind blew sweet each night time as they lay in each others arms<br />

And all things good grew on Jason's Farm.<br />

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When the summer sun had finally gone and the harvest time was near<br />

Jason's pretty Mary whispered magic in his ear<br />

Then Jason's laughter filled the land and his soul began to sing<br />

And he boasted of a son his wife would bear him in the spring.<br />

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And all things good grew on Jason's Farm<br />

The land beneath the skies turned as green as Mary's eyes<br />

And he felt the child grow strong in Mary's womb, against his palm<br />

And all things good grew on Jason's Farm.<br />

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Now the Lord gives and he takes away and to all men this is true<br />

And most of us accept it and we learn to live it through<br />

God gave a child to Jason an extension of his life<br />

But in doin' so He traded the child for Jason's wife.<br />

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The crops are rotting in the fields the land left unattended<br />

And somewhere Jason roams the earth his wounded heart unmended<br />

And the house is slowly falling down and the dust of Jason's yard<br />

A monument to a man who shunned his child and cursed his God.<br />

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And nothing grows no more on Jason's Farm<br />

The land once rich and green is dead and dry like Jason's dream<br />

And the wind that once blew sweet through Mary's hand is strangely calm<br />

And nothing grows no more on Jason's Farm...