Lyrics:
our cattle ranges.
*Cord Elam:*
Why don't you dirt *scratchers* go back to Missouri where you belong?
*farmer*
We got just as much right here!
Oh the farmer and the cowman should be friends
Oh the farmer and the cowman should be friends
One man likes to push a plow
The other likes to chase
Hurry to Missouri
Winter's flurries
Summer's sun
And in the springtime
It's the king time
And the hayrides
In the fall
Hurry to Missouri
Winter's
made up my mind
To see what's out west of the Kansas State Line
My dad is a farmer in the Middle West
He swears that Missouri tops all of the rest
intro:
The sun is up, the milk is chilled, it's gonna be a good one, yo yo
Farmer 1
Yo I'm rolling in my Massey on a summer's day
Chugging cold
the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just
Where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
Frank and Jesse do
the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
and farmer lit up the swamp
With dream traders and first strike pigs
Writing up receipts for them unpaid dues
To jackboot Nazis with them railroad blues
Oh
so long inside the rain
It stops the fire and brings out the pain
Guilty by association
I'm association
This means there's an altercation
A fucked up
Critical en su fat booty
Red devil como Wayne Rooney
Esto es Canarias loco, no Missouri
Intentos de canis
Y'all so funny
Alvin con el tune
Locos con la
as the shore goes by.
Climb the Ozark Mountains in the “Show Me State.”
In Missouri, the St. Louis Arch is just great!
In Montana, the Rockies are topped
a fuck if he lies
But I'm not finna go fuck with that guy
So please don't come over here fucking with mine
Cas I got that iron on me lead farmer
And I got
found his niche
When the big man comes a’kockin’
He is there to represent
The humble little farmer
With his farm law arguments
The judges all agree
But the farmer and the hunter and the gatherer pay tributes to the wolf
Once upon a time we were legions then persecution came on by
My cousin is
on the mountain and he's got to show us how
Water is wide, milk and honey on the other side - EIGHT TIMES
Ferguson, Missouri, people in the streets
Hands
One,two,three, One,two,three,
Missouri River it flows, down to the valley he goes
His only possession is his family and fortune, a father, a farmer
body in Missouri
Banish the apparatus of Gladys to crematories
My territory, perimeter of pergatory
Stingy in winches of vicious, malicious
he just drives the same highways his daddy did
Met a mechanic from Missouri
He knows just how to make an engine run right
I met a preacher in
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