Lyrics:
Philip Marshall Cates
Had met an old explorer
Who'd climbed the Ural Mountains, crossed Sahara
Dove the oceans, spoke of more
Oh, he spoke of more
So one
one
Well he caught him a trail and you ought of heard 'em yell
Ive never had so much fun
And i said
Get off of my farm where im the lawman
thats my
on that ol' mail box has been changed
And a tractor turn the earth
That my grandpa and a mule had plowed up first
As the memories return and my eyes
Chimney Letters (words and music by Marty Falle)
When I was a child on our Tobacco farm
I'd sit with my Mama and rest in her lovin' arms
cnd I'd
of race, fore
Ry' gets signed by labels.
Put them in a bodybag
Suge Knight how I'm robbing them
I got 60 dislikes from shook Tom Macdonald Fans.
No way rap's
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
grow tails, in my old home
High roads of sea in electric Hayden
Outward labor beneath stubborn faith
Our farms produce guilty grub and
Our kids
ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
[Cage]
I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
His pops got shot
They say the only sure things in this life are death and taxes
I don't agree I think that different kinds of matches
I once met this old wise man
though, I won by a wooden head
And then one day we entered a pirate's cove
Beneath a bush on the alley side
Old Biff had a sword and a paper hat
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do
Do you like to drink a cold
by the Wexford border
From her snow white streak in her jet black hair
Over sixty years I've been loving her
Now we're sat by the fire in our old
If you're feeling kind of froggy and you jump you get dissected
Oh dear, I can't believe that I had to set this shit straight, man
Old ears, I hope
And he'll talk about that night
And how the best luck he ever had was down by the river
Never got a bite
Ask him 'bout the good book
And he'll quote
Trying to be what I can't be
If I'm just a farm boy on a tractor
Could you love me just for me
And I can't offer you the stars above
Just next
The money attracts her
Gotta get it from the ground up on a tractor
In a farm town as a pastor
Product from them grazing pastures
Is what you buy in after
heel shoes
I'm so tired of designer suits
They just give me the blues
I'm goin' back to the farm
Pull my ol' denim jeans back on
My old Stetson with it's
everything stays the same
The morning alarm
The sunrise and skies
The birdsong and tractors rumble by.
Time for school and the bag on my back
Quietly
had it in me
Always been the man
Always had a reason
Always had a plan
All around the world
And back again
All my old friend
All know who I am
Let me
Like Old MacDonald, try to follow as I speak I know
I'm crazy, la vida loca, fee fie foe fum
You're done when I come through to take your head
to go
So I rode that bicycle home
Thumbs up, daddy honkin' on the horn
I got my first job workin' on a dairy farm
Drivin' tractor and bailin' hay
Preacher Casey dropped him in his tracks.
Well, they handcuffed Casey and they took him to jail
And then he got away.
He met Tom Joad by the old river
(ronnie wood, rod stewart)
Miss judy she was moody
Owned a sweaty farm in old alabam
I was just 18, crude and mean
All I needed was to get my
Had a rusty hot rod on a country road
And a John Deer tractor with a radio
Just a long haired farm boy with jukebox dreams
Hit the town
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