son of the soil.
Some men get up
every morning
And put on a pre-pressed suit
And in some
stately office
Behind a desk they pay
their dues
Some men make an
honest buck
Some
hustle kids out on the street
Some men only know the feel of earth
That
gives beneath
their feet
They only know the feel of earth
That
gives beneath
their feet
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand, pass it on
Trust to trust, gold to dust
Keep the
faith till the battle's won
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
Fortune
blesses us with virtue
But you must
learn to use your will
Or they'll
snatch it out from
under you
The
minute you
stand still
Any fightin' fool can
plant a seed
And
boast of what he knows
But it was all I ever needed
Just to
prove that it
would grow
All I ever
needed was
To
prove that seed
would grow
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand, pass it on
Trust to trust, gold to dust
Keep the
faith till the battle's won
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
Gonna take more than a rule
To make me
leave my heritage
Gonna take more than that
To make me turn my back to it
As long as I'm alive
I'll take the
stand to pass it on
As long as there's a man
There'll be a son to pass it on
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand, pass it on
Trust to trust, gold to dust
Keep the
faith till the battle's won
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand, pass it on
Trust to trust, gold to dust
Keep the
faith till the battle's won
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand, pass it on
Trust to trust, gold to dust
Keep the
faith till the battle's won
Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on
Land to land,
Father to son
Soil or sand
