Casy

Casy was a lean young man, maybe seventeen, no more And with his father worked the land Some ninety acres 'round junction four When the bank foreclosed on them it was a sad, sad time indeed They lost their home, they lost their land And there were hungry mouths to feed
You search your heart to find the answer Some people just don't understand I guess, but It's a shame that we could treat each other So unkind
Casy headed out one day with a .410 at his side He held a bank up at high noon And even killed one man inside His father stood there right beside him after they caught Casy on the run Said to the judge, "You took my home, you took my land And now you take my son"
You search your heart to find the answer Some people just don't understand I guess, but It's a shame that we could treat each other So unkind
We've got to figure some way to stop this It's not like lightning or hurricanes We've got a bad thing made by men And by God that's something we can change