MUSIC FOR SALE

The bank man came by in a charcoal suit
Looking for a signature and a handshake to boot
He talked about "progress" and "the bottom line"
While he stared at a fence that’s been here since ’59
He offered a check with too many zeros to count
For the dirt that my granddaddy called his "holy mount"
I looked him in the eye and I handed back the pen
Some things ain’t for sale, not now and not then.

[Chorus]
They say the truth is a ghost in a digital age
And loyalty’s a word on a dusty old page
But I’m still standing on the ground where I was raised
Keeping my promises through the thick and the haze
If a man’s only worth what he’s willing to stand for
Then I’m digging my heels in and closing the door
Call me a relic, or call me a fool in the sand
But I’ll be the last honest man.

[Verse 2]
I’ve watched the neighbors trade the plow for the screen
And the quiet of the valley for a heavy machine
They say it’s just easier to bend with the wind
To ignore the cracks where the gray starts to thin
But I still believe that a "yes" means "I will"
And a "no" is a mountain that’s standing quite still
I’d rather have pockets as empty as air
Than a conscience that’s heavy with things that aren't fair.

[Bridge]
The world’s got a habit of moving too fast
Of burning the bridge and forgetting the past
But I’m holding the lantern, I’m keeping the light
Even if I’m the only one left in the night.

[Chorus]
They say the truth is a ghost in a digital age
And loyalty’s a word on a dusty old page
But I’m still standing on the ground where I was raised
Keeping my promises through the thick and the haze
If a man’s only worth what he’s willing to stand for
Then I’m digging my heels in and closing the door
Call me a relic, or call me a fool in the sand
But I’ll be the last honest man

[Chorus]
They say the truth is a ghost in a digital age
And loyalty’s a word on a dusty old page
But I’m still standing on the ground where I was raised
Keeping my promises through the thick and the haze