If they’re tolling a church bell
You figure all is well
In your little farming town
Where you have it there you have it there you have it
But if a storm should come one day
And wipe the steeple all away
You wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it wouldn’t have it
Where everything is bought in sweat, and bought in tears
And sought in prayer, where people stop you
If they think that what you’re doing will stop the rain
Generations later on
Where junk is selling for a song
In a land where you can have it you can have it
And insurance pays the grift
And someone else will take the hit
So you can have it you can have it you can have it
Then why would you wait for things
Or keep your conscience on a chain
If you can have it you can have it you can have it
A wise man said What would you gain
If you had the whole damn thing
But lost your soul – well there you have it there you have it
If they’re tolling a church bell
You figure all is well
In your little farming town
Where you have it there you have it there you have it.
A novel structure enhances this nostalgic piece. Nice work.