Sean Connolly - Home of Mine

This place ain’t no home of mine
This land ain’t seen the sun done shine
No flowers nor fruit for me and mine
It’s time to get out

The frost bit down on the dirt
She drove her teeth through the ground
No crop don’t grow upon this earth
It’s time to get out

That harvest moon is glowin’ bright
But I feel it’s curse deep inside
Fifteen cattle up and died
It’s time to get out

The wind hit hard on the pines
She sang her song through the air
This place ain’t no home of mine
It’s time to get out
It's time to get out
It's time to get out