Walking through a wasted land

Richard Thompson

Composición de: Richard Thompson
I'm walking through a wasted land 
Of soft sell concrete and rust 
What ever happened to this country? 
Where is the hand you can trust? 
Walk down, walk down, walk down 

I remember when a farmer was ashamed 
If he never put his hand to a plough 
You can buy a lot of shame with your money 
He's riding in a limousine now 
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down! 

Sweat is the name of this town 
It's an ugly old, dirty old disgrace 
And now that the steel's shut down 
It's fear puts the sweat in a man's face 
Walk down, walk down, walk down 

Oh now I should have a break like you 
But somebody stacked up the decks 
Heads are going to roll some day 
If we ever get this yoke off our necks 
Walk down, walk down, walk down, oh 

Well I'm walking through a wasted land 
I'm walking through a wasted land 
Where is the future we planned 
I'm walking through a wasted land 
Walk down, walk down, walk down, walk down!
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