It's 84 years since my mother was born
And her pa drove the produce from the farmers to town.
In upstate New York there was plenty of land,
You could make a good living if you had enough hands.

The old days for us were the new days for them,
How long will our children have somewhere to stand?

It took all day for nana to feed seven kids,
With the washing and sewing it's a wonder she did.
It never was easy and it always took time
Just to gather the food from the tree and the vine.

The old days for us were the new days for them,
How long will our children have somewhere to stand?

When you have to pay money to breathe the clean air,
Does it pay to be kind?
Does it pay to be fair?
When the earth is a product to be bought and sold,
Who will cherish the life of the young or the old?

The new days for us are the old days for them,
How long will our children have somewhere to stand?

The truckers still carry the food that we eat,
But a handful of companies own the whole fleet.
With thousands of acres in soybeans and corn,
The earth's full of poison and the families are gone.

The new days for us will be old days for them,
How long will our children have somewhere to stand?
We open our eyes and we do what we can
To see that our children have somewhere to stand.