Set the yards up, dug a hole Rounded up the sheep Picked the ones that had to go It'd make a fella weep Food for dogs and a few loose coins It was a simple plan to work this land But a fighting man can't understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun We've fed the lambs by hand The boys have run the shed We've given all we could Now half the flock is dead Years of hope in a shallow grave There's a mound of dirt by the northern fence The ground is turned and bare But a man can't dwell on what is done And what lies buried there The work goes on and the seasons turn ... It was a simple plan to work this land But a fighting man can't understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun It was a simple plan to work this land But a fighting man can't understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun It was a simple plan to work this land But a fighting man can't understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun It was a simple plan to work this land But a fighting man can't understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun