Lyrics:
back ho
In the trap with my Glock cocked
Or on the farm with the back ho
Tattoos in the kitchen
Or out there inside the garage
You can talk shit you can
And the spaces won't be spaces anymore
Two more farms were broken by the drought
First the Wagners now the Fullers pulling out
Developers paid better than
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
the worms devour my insides
It's fed me now for oh so long
I'll feed it for days by gone
And for all that's worth to you
I'd bet the farm
My daddy said he'd
On the Death Farm
Trussed up for butchering
Inside a bloodstained shack
Wide-eyed in horror
Strung on a meathook
Seized roughly by the hair
Blade is
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
My winter nights are taken up by static
Stress, and holiday shopping traffic
But I close my eyes and I'm somewhere else
Just like magic
In my
My winter nights are taken up by static
Stress and holiday shopping traffic
But I close my eyes and I'm somewhere else
Just like magic
In my
confused when I shrugged and grinned
When he asked me what to do once again, I said
Don't ask me about the crops on this farm
I don't know soy beans from
Feed my llama, feed my llama
If you don't girl well I guess it's gonna harm ya
Feed my llama, feed my llama
Don't be hatin at my farm bitch
got us by the balls
And we'll be lucky if all our profits ain't been lost
Makes me wanna sell this farm and buy a garden
Sell this farm and buy
fun as that.
It makes you laugh,
The laws forbid such fun as that.
I promised my folks before they died,
That I'd keep the family farm and I've always
Pick up the work
Ain't no slackin when I swerve When I, pick up the work
Tyson Farms packing birds when I, pick up the work
You can come get served
WRITTEN BY: BART BUTLER, THOMAS RHETT AKINS, LARRY MCCOY
UPTOWN BAR SIPPIN' RED WINE
SUIT AND TIE WITH THERE NOSE REAL HIGH
DON'T KNOW HOW TO HAVE
were taken by feral hogs
(HOG RIDER)
Country roads always had that family charm
Moved to space start my own asteroid farm
Ain't no hogs here
Ain't no
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he kept the Glock, E-I-E-I-O
With a Glock pop here, and a Glock pop here
Here a pop, there
fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he found little Muley and Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats,
They've been tractored out by
Country Gold Saturday Night
“Down on the Farm”, “I Walk the Line”
clabama by the bonfire
Gettin' loud with the radio dial
ct my best friend Zach's,
cnd I've grown you can hear it in the stanza shown
With no gimmicks just lyrics for the fans who know
Show spirit get near it and your hands will glow
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
defend, or even pretend
I like the trend of this life again
So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend
Niggaz by my right to spy to my defend
And even
even call me by my name
No, you don't have to call me Freddy Fender
You don't have to call me Charlie Pride
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard
Who'd you scare along the way?
Everyone was made for it,
Is what you'd say
Standing by the Lemon Farm in Uruguay
The ferry ride was painless
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