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^EmJohn Svenson was a farmer

He grew the ^AMinnesota wheat

He ^Crode there with his daughter

High ^Bmupon the thresher's seat^D

They broke down on the hillside
The radiator spitting steam
Went back to get the tool box
So they could fix the old machine


With a ^Emturn of the wrench, and a ^Atwist of the screw

We can ^Cfix the tractor, we can ^Bmmake it like new^D


But that day they got a letter
That said the power lines would come
Right across their farmland
Right across the setting sun
So they gathered all the family
And talked late into the night
We cannot let them do this
We've got to put up one hell of a fight

With a turn of the wrench, and a twist of the screw
We'll apply a little pressure, and we'll see what that will do

So they phoned one hundred farmers
And drove to the Twin Cities
Met there with the Governor
And they sued the utility
But after writing all the letters
And paying all the legal costs
To the power of the city
Once again the farmers lost


And in the ^Cstill of the ^Devening the ^Emwind is all you hear

I watch the ^Cwaves on the ^Dwheat fields a^Emlone

I walk the ^Cfurrows of ^Dearth I plant ^Emyear after year

^CThis is our ^Dland this is our ^Emhome

So they met there at the tavern
But there wasn't much to say
The power lines may come, but they will not stay

With a turn of the wrench, and a twist of the screw
What was once put together, we can easily undo

With bandannas on their faces
Careful not to make sound
They loosened all the bolts
That held the towers to the ground
And several weeks later, with nobody around
The Minnesota wind blew tower after tower after tower down

With a turn of the wrench, and a twist of the screw
What was once put together, we can easily undo

And in the still of the evening the wind is all you hear
I watch the waves on the wheat fields alone
I walk the furrows of earth I plant year after year
This is our land this is our home