Lyrics Land - R. Turner

Who is standing on my lawn?
Who is stepping on my grass?
Did I say that you could be here?
Did I tell you you could be here?

I rent this land from someone else
I pay her money once a month
I earn my wages honestly
Working almost every day

We took this land from someone else
A Native tribe, long ago
It did not belong to them
Something that they understood

How much land does one man need?
Measure him from head to toe
Dig a hole down in the earth
Bury him within the ground