Last Stand - Tribute to a local farmer. Buy from the source! - Original Song by Jon Hoekstra

This song celebrates a local business, Cary's Garden of Eatin' in Champaign County Illinois. We visit Cary's stand, and many others, pretty much every week at the Urbana Market at the Square (urbanamarket.org/)
Song is first 3:30 - it's not 6 minutes long, thank gosh!
Lyrics by Jon Hoekstra
Cary’s right proud of her peaches ‘n Seckle pears
She’ll cut you off a hunk with the blade of her pruning shears
Say “Try you a taste, or should I say take a drink,”
“You best eat them juicy things hanging over your kitchen sink.”
It’s the last stand of something, rooted deep in the Earth
It’s a labor unceasing, calloused hands creased with dirt
Well she bears the marks of time, but she’s never been beaten - yet
Don’t be a fool, it’s no paradise, it’s Cary’s Garden
Don’t be fool, it’s no paradise, it’s Cary’s Garden… of Eatin’
She sells Sabina russets, and friend they are sublime
Crisp and sweet and redolent of cider, spice, and wine
Said she owns the wood certificate, a term I hadn’t heard
In this world of paper contracts, I’ll take her at her word
Chorus
Just think of all these years, of payin’ wages, gas, and taxes
Packin’ the truck at 3 AM, and picking fruit into the dark of night
Her daughter’s at the end of the line, handlin’ the money transactions
And you wonder: how much longer will they keep this farm alive?
Chorus
Hope you enjoyed it, now get your ass over to the farmer's market and buy some stuff.