THIS LAND IS KILLING ME - James Johnston

I’m sorry for calling\nI know it’s almost ten\nBut I just need to talk to someone\nI just need a friend\nAnd I’m sorry for lying\n'Cause when I said, «I'm fine»\nBarely hanging on\nI can’t sleep at night\n'Cause this land is killing me\nBank said I got six weeks\nYeah, but I ain’t seen a drop of rain for over nine months now\nAnd this land is all I know\nFour generations, I called it home\nHell and I don’t wanna be the one to go and let them down\nYeah, it might be the dust and dry\nBut I can hardly breathe\nI swear to god\nThis land is killing me\nThe price of hay keeps rising\nHell, I can barely feed 'em now\nAnd that four by four’s still up on blocks\nAnd that tractor’s still broke down\nThis land is killing me\nBank said I got six weeks\nYeah, but I ain’t seen a drop of rain for over nine months now\nAnd this land is all I know\nFour generations, I called it home\nHell, and I don’t wanna be the one to go and let them down\nYeah, it might be the dust and dry\nBut I can hardly breathe\nI swear to God\nThis land is killing me\nYeah, I’ve fought fires, drought and floods\nSo I know I’ll get through\nBut I’m just in a rough patch, man\nThat’s why I’m calling you\nMan\nThis land is killing me\nBank said I only got six weeks\nYeah, you know I’ve tried my best but I just can’t figure this one out\nBut this land is all I know\nFour generations, I called it home\nHell, and I don’t wanna be the one to go and let them down\nYeah, it might be the dust and dry\nBut I can hardly breathe\nOh, it might be the years I spent out working in this heat\nBut I swear to God\nThis land is killing me\nIt’s killing me\nMan, it’s killing me