Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
                                        
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
                                    
And no you do not know me, there's a story I'd like to tell
                            
It's a story I'm sure you know well
                                
It's a story that I'm sure you know well

I had me a place on Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack
My wife had left, took the kids a couple years back
And I spend most of my mornings thinking about that
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan

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Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
                             
Try to put a field in of corn just wouldn't grow to nothin'
                              
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
                                          
When up the road there's a vacant room with climate control and color
                                          
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
                                          
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars

There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans
They took my telephone, shut off my electricity
And then a letter came in the mail saying there's taxes owed by me
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release

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Solo

Well you sold that farm to some fool for 10 cents on the dollar
I saw him out there last week, I was on the way to visit my daughter
And that son of a b***h is out there trying to hook a windmill up to water
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered

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Now the government [bad word] down the pike, regularly as rain
And I sit outside my old ??? when the Junebugs drive me in
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel