It'll wash your house away, but it'll also make you clean Now these rocks they are crying too And this whole land is calling out for you 40 acres and
You know I ran across an old box of letters While I was baggin' up some clothes for goodwill Imagine you know I had to laugh that the same old struggles
Is this the strange feeling Of you working all to good 'Cause I am so confused I don't even ask for what I should When I asked for and deserved a stone
Translation: Caedmon's Call. 40 Acres.
