I would stare and I would shiver, when the postman would deliver
The message that I've won a prize in the Lotto supersize
And to tell you what I'd do, I must explain something to you
Farmhouses in my land are special, each province has its own design
But today they're disappearing, their number simply will decline
Where I live they have small houses and the barns are really big
They have chickens, sheep and horses and sometimes a pinky pig
But even farmers are getting old, they're moving out to homes that care
City folks will buy their property and demolishing start right there
They pull down the sweet old farmhouse, build a bungalow instead
And so they really are destroying, the lovely look my land once had
If I was lucky to win the Lotto, this is what I would like to do
I will buy all vanished houses and rebuild them few by few
I would rent them to some people, who will appreciate tradition
Who will keep this culture living and support me in my mission
But I will tell you honestly, winning the Lotto is not for me
I'll keep dreaming my dream forever, because in numbers I'm not clever
Highest win was a hundred bucks, I love my life but sometimes it sucks
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