Gone Wanderin'

From the album "This Old Town" (May 2013)

Whiskey (A. Greuel)

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Devil Makes Three stopped by the 88.1 KDHX studio in Saint Louis on November 5,2013 to perform live for Bittersweet Melody. Audio by Dan Kinney. Discover more great media at http://kdhx.org

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“Pioneer Cream” continues the Pioneer Valley song series that began with “Pioneer Valley Spuds,” “Pioneer Peaches,” and “Pioneer Valley Sunshine.” Inspired by Bar-Way Farm in Deerfield being named the 2025 Massachusetts Dairy Farm of the Year, it celebrates the honest rhythm of local agriculture — the kind that binds the Valley’s past and future through hard work, care for the land, and the quiet harmony of cows, fields, and rising mist. 


Verse 1
Down by the Deerfield River bend, where the fog rolls off the plain,
Bar-Way cows graze soft at dawn through the silver autumn rain.
They've turned milk to gold through steady hands, through storms and seasons long,
And the hum of the digester drum keeps time to the milking song.

Chorus
Raise your voice for the Valley green,
Where the spuds and peaches grow serene.
From the sun to the soil, it's a living dream-
Now the crown belongs to Pioneer Cream.

Verse 2
I sang of spuds in Hadley loam, and peaches by Sunderland's sky,
Of sunshine over Amherst fields where the hawks and swallows fly.
But this tune's for Deerfield's dairymen, whose work begins before the dawn,
Turning pasture grace and patient care into milk that carries on.

Chorus
Raise your voice for the Valley green,
Where the spuds and peaches grow serene.
From the sun to the soil, it's a living dream-
Now the crown belongs to Pioneer Cream.

Bridge
They keep the earth in balance fair, no waste, no greed, no harm,
Harnessing wind and river air to power the heart of the farm.
Each field's a hymn, each barn a psalm, sung softly through the years,
Their melody is honest work, their chorus built on care.

Final Chorus
Raise your glass to the Valley scene,
Where the land still shapes what life can mean.
From Bar-Way's herd to the old sunbeam,
We're all part of the Pioneer Dream.

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