Homefront Bid

The crowd is gathered on the dry Ohio clay

To sell the memories of forty years away

The auctioneer is callin' fast and cold

For the iron her daddy bought when she was young

And the neighbours are bidding just to keep it in the yard

No one wants to watch a proud man falling hard

They lift up their hands to the Ohio sky

To keep her daddy's tractor from a stranger's eye (mmmmm)

That old nineteen seventy-nine machine

Now sits rusted

where the grass was green

Some dealer from the city called it scrap

But old Jim lowered down his faded ballcap

And the neighbours are bidding just to keep it in the yard

No one wants to watch a proud man

falling hard

They lift up their hands to the Ohio sky

To keep her daddy's tractor from a stranger's eye

Going once, going twice,

going home

(going home)