Words and Music by Paul A. Smulders and Owen Nelson
Chorus
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our leaders denying, there’s blood on their hands
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our leaders denying, there’s blood on their hands
Verse 1
Come hear the story of a farmer named Dan
Of a man and his daughter and a mother who died
Of a nation divided and leaders gone bad
Of lies and farmers and families who’ve cried
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Verse 2
Daddy come quickly, there’s someone inside
His daughter was calling, her voice filled with fear
The radio went silent, there was no reply
Dan’s heart was pounding, great danger was near
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Verse 3
As he rushed to the farmhouse, six gunshots rang out
He fell in his tracks, he was crying with pain
Wounded and dying, he looked all around
His loved ones defiled, hurt again and again
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Verse 4
They forced him to watch as they hurt them once more
A farmer’s worst nightmare, a man’s greatest fear
A fate worse than any he’d thought of before
Begging for mercy from thugs who won’t hear
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Verse 5
Our blood-stained land is all covered with tears
Denials by our leaders puts blood on their hands
There’s torture and murder and panic and fear
Our farmers are dying and there’s blood on the land
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Chorus
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our leaders denying, there’s blood on their hands
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our farmers are dying and we must take a stand
Blood on the land, there’s blood on the land
Our leaders denying, there’s blood on their hands
Copyright © 2020 Paul A. Smulders and Owen Nelson