Dear Mr. Johnson, we're sorry to inform you

Your request for a second loan has been refused

And the board of directors up in the city

Has instructed us to take the farm from you

We understand your problems

and wish that we could help you

But the fallin' price of wheat's not our concern

And the cost of operation may well be risin'

But the fact is that you lose more than you earn



This saturday mornin' there will be an auction

Underneath a cold gray country sky

And while the rest of the nation is still sleepin'

They'll be bidding America goodbye



And so Mr. Johnson let us say in conclusion

That we know your family's worked that land for years

If we can be of assistance during your transition

Please don't hesitate to call us here



This saturday mornin' there will be an auction

Underneath a cold gray country sky

And while the rest of the nation is still sleepin'

They'll be bidding America goodbye



They'll be bidding America goodbye, goodbye