Lyrics

THE FINAL PRICE OF GRAIN
Craig Moreau

A killing frost blew in last night on the great white northern train
The farmers standing in the field cursing the wasted grain
For two straight years a running he's had no kind of chance
What once was a loving partnership is a broken down romance

He'd say the price of grain is much the same as it was in '58
The cost to put it in the ground gets higher everyday
I was in the navy in the navy I should have stayed
'Cause fighting wars off of foreign shores beats farming any day

On numerous occasions I'd stop and talk to him
He was a little bit eccentric but I considered him a friend
And the last time that I saw him there was something in his way
As he wiped his hands on his greasy pants and turned to walk away

He'd say the price of grain is much the same as it was in '58
The price to put it in the ground gets higher everyday
I was in the navy in the navy I should've stayed
'Cause fighting wars off of foreign shores beats farming any day

I saw his truck on Main Street downtown yesterday
He was parked in front of Sally's Corner Brook Cafe
He wasn't in the diner he was sitting behind the wheel
And I didn't stop when I heard the shot but I cursed that farmers fields

He'd say the price of grain is much the same as it was in '58
The price to put it in the ground gets higher everyday
I was in the navy in the navy I should have stayed
'Cause fighting wars off of foreign shores beats farming any day
Ya, fighting wars off of foreign shores beats farming in every way