Don Henley - A Month Of Sundays Lyrics

A Month Of Sundays lyricsA Month Of Sundaysby Don HenleyI used to work for Harvester. I used to use my hands.I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land.Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn.And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn.I quit the plant back in fifty-seven. Had some time for farmin'