By Richard Oswald
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
Land is getting awfully high,
an acre is like treasure
But take away this poor dirt farm
and my life will have no measure
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
It wasn’t always like this,
we had a better way
But they stole my livestock markets
and now I have no pay
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
They patented the plants we grew
and charged us for the right
To plant them here on Gods green
earth and grow them in His sight
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
They have this thing called copyright,
and they want one on my label
Farmer and rancher is what I am,
now they’ve put that on the table
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
I’ve tried my best to stand my ground,
it’s no easy thing to do
But I’m no quitter no sirree,
I’ll never say I’m through
Good Lord willing I’ll die here
where my life has been so fine
And when they etch my grave stone,
I just hope the name’s still mine
Robbers and thieves won’t let me be,
they want all of it just the same
My land, my animals, my seeds–
they even want my name
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Organization for Competitive Markets,
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