My friend Gary ran a market way down in Tennessee
Where the farmers got together and talked about this great country
But when the government turned its back on the farmer
Man, what I hear is they dragged the pumps out of the ground
With a big vintage John Deere
Well, I have soldiers on my payroll
Standing guard on my front drive
Snipers on my roof poised at those who didn't want me alive
'Cause they audited my taxes
And my family under threat
'Cause I had a message and a megaphone
And I'll scream it to the death, yeah