Lyrics:
He wondered how the world had changed so quickly
Or was he just not paying any mind
Where orchards bloomed and wildflowers grew thickly
Now houses
this season
Is better than some
It's hard, hard on my hard-working farm
The apples are setting
So mix up a spray
Before the curculio
Carts
I remember Jeffries farm
Oh it was so very fun
(repeat)
Running through the orchards naked
Singing how the earth was sacred
Thinking how that we had
My favorite horse is buried on this farm
We would ride amongst the orchard rows
And be scared of snakes together
I was riding high
From toes to crown
of lillies
An orchard of apricot trees
Secret Gardens of the heart
Where the flowers bloom forever
I see you shining through the night
In the ice
Or the nicks or the chips
To me this is a time machine
And I can't wait to take the trip
And it makes me think of simpler times
Back on the farm when I was
I know you're tired
I know it's hard
And all the pressure's weighing down on you
But MiMi please don't sell the farm
I'm begging you, please
zones and homemade bread
Rolling hills and tornado alarms
Pigs and livestock and dairy farms
Water wells and a family dog
Orchard fruit and ancient songs
around us
It's who we are
no doubt about it
Those old barns and farm houses
Front porch man what a view
Five generations raised under that roof
That
Halfway spinning to a better place
In the body of a man mind of a girl
What's the view like from your bed?
Where a handful of love goes down where you
You've got that charm, that subtle charm
That makes young farmers desert the farm
'Cause you've got that thing, that certain thing
You've got what
In the middle of the night
Pipers piping changing diapers
Sounded the alarm
On the farm
By the barn
A horde of coyotes formed and stormed the gate
In the country
The farms and the orchards swell
With oranges and peaches
A little bit of truth as well
In the city
Politicians beat their drum
All
a bistash orchard hidden in the Yucca mountains
See the heartbreak in the farmer he is told
These are hard times to start over
Lets climb to the top
on a farm now I'm the goat
Gimme me any beat and I'ma float
Ain't no neck to neck my foot is on their throat
I want all the smoke yeah
I will never choke
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
of the world
Well, I worked all a-summer
And then I worked on the farm
Now I'm gonna take Christmas in my overalls
And now she's gone
Gone and I don't
country girl?
Listen hard to what the big folks say
And you'll believe anything
If you believe what they say of this world
From the orchard
in view
But it's a long long road to get back home
That North Dakota farm boy had diamonds in the backyard
So near, and yet so very far
That North
the middle of the orchard where our love began
Meet me here beside the old oak tree in the northwest corner facing that familiar breeze
Meet me here beside
I'm hanging around being tortured
With feelings that won't stick to your clothes
I'm standing on your orchard
I'm in love with a Dead Mans Girl - who
ask for any answers
Not prepared to give
We’re cherry picking in a Biblical orchard
This is in, that is out
This is in, and you can think just like us
Who'd discard their orchard
For a single molded fruit?
And who would not replant his trees
When they no longer bloom?
Who would watch when they dry
of sunflower
Sprawling farms, crawling grass and tree
The jabbing jacaranda, the pointing pine
The partisan protea, the vineyards
The orchards bursting fruit
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