Lyrics:
could do
What my fat owner can't
Ah, future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
Future farmers of America
Ah
I'm always watching
it starts right now in (America, America,)
I know the sun is risin' on a better day.
(America, America,) we got the power and we know the way.
it starts right now in (America, America,)
I know the sun is risin' on a better day.
(America, America,) we got the power and we know the way.
white, and blue
(America, America)
I know you're gonna do it I believe in you
Well, we got the best dang farmers in the whole wide world
The fastest
America
Cause things still the same in America
Rearrange the way that we think in America
Raise the stakes like a cattle farmer
This is life or death
Why
of dawn
The DJ spinnin' that country song
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep
of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on
Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
sigue
Vámonos America Nativa
Con el alma y el corazón arriba
Cóndor y águila
Pachamama nos guía
Bajo la luna y el sol
Relampagueo
Relampagueo
Vamonos
of dawn
The DJ spinnin' that country song
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep
a huddle america's my hometown
The big bold stripes, the brightest of stars
Land of the free 'cause of those brave hearts
Waves of grain and a farmer
'Bout life, liberty, happiness. Yeah, ain't that right
Got cowboys, miners, farmers, coders, border-crossin' heavy lift loaders
Refugees been on their
hometown America
We're the farmers in the wheat fields
We're the truckers spinning big wheels
Busting our ass for a piece of that promise land yeah
From
hometown
The big bold stripes, the brightest of stars
Land of the free because of those brave hearts
Waves of grain and a farmer draggin' a plow
America is
to graze
He's been pushed you know when he can push no more
It gets a little harder everyday
[Chorus]
He's the American farmer
And he damn hard
three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter
We
country song
Come on, come on, come on
Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees
Shake it for the catfish swimmin' down deep in the creek
For
smiling thinking to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of America
It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride
steel in Pittsburgh still
The family farm down in Indiana
The bank's foreclosin' just because they can
The farmer can't do nothin' 'bout another
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
Don't have no lavish
I really thought America
Was really a catfish
Damn I was like
Fuck, shit!
When I started school
Everybody thought I was cool
Farmer Brown
I'm from a small town
Where everybody looks just like me
I really like it here
I shoot a lot of deer
This is America go fuck yourself
I got
born.
Some birthday!
Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath
America, being the young nation it was during the seventeenth century, had been through many changes very quickly, of different magnitude and focus.
and sneakers
Last seen on Farmers Boulevard heading east
Alias LL Cool J, he's bad)
Ah
No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man
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