Текст песни: South of Austin, North of Lyle + перевод

There was an old man name of Rudy Moen

80 acres was all he owned

Old Rudy’s clothes didn’t fit him right

Fit for a man ‘bout twice his size

He could wear ‘em when he was young

Back then farmin' was all he done

Had no wife and he had no kids

Raising corn was all he did

Now he sits and smokes his pipe

Has a sip of whisky every night

Here comes the county cuz they want his land

It done gone fallow and that won’t stand

Rudy won’t go and he just can’t stay

That county judge gonna put him away

Social worker came by but Rudy ain’t home

‘We can’t just leave him out here all alone'

They found old Rudy down in the shed

Hanging on a rope tied round his neck

Note in his pocket this is what it said

‘Can't have my home I’d rather be dead'

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