Lyrics:
Grow grow grow
Grow farmer go farm in the country
Grow farmer go farm in the plains
Grow farmer go farm in the hill tops
Grow grow grow
Grow farmer
Dashing through the fields, at Apple Hill we'll go
In Norfolk County, where lavender blooms in rows
Since 1906, this beautiful farm has thrived
on the farm
Whatcha you gonna hear now on the farm
Baa, quack, moo, and a cock-a-doodle-do
There's a sheep on the hill
Going baa-baa-baa
Baa-baa-baa,
son
You know how we livin'
B's up, we do this shit for the-, you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
swimming one day
Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said quack quack quack
But only four little ducks came back
Old macdonald had a farm e I e I o
is named Scruffy and he likes to eat muffies (dog treats!)
Pillsbury Hill is where I get my dill
For all my pickles that I grow in my pickle farm
My
Caan see me, me Inna the hills
a farm and the food dem a fi mi from wah day dem a say dem
caan a exercise di gift wey
up a hill that steep
You can't pull roots when they run that deep
He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm
Daddy won't sell the farm
Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.
Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm
But the old man wouldn't pay
So he packed his glove and took his arm
the ground
It's an eagle that circles above me
And he screams to his friends on the hill
"Stay close together, move not a feather
Man walks among us,
Far Appalachia ‘cross to St. Simons Sound
Jean Rousseau, I hope we’ve done you proud
Catfish skin white and lacquered thin
Come down from the hills
and he brought me a quail
With all these vaporizers taking my tobacco sale, oh well
My price of food is a shotgun shell
Yeah the only girl I love is my
keep
A tight grip on my firearm
Even as I kill, I keep
My prey's heartbeats on a tight leash
I know of all the stories about that farm
I make sure
the hills, the tunnels
Never falter, never quail
Keep your hand upon the throttle
And your eye upon the rail
Blessed Savior, thou wilt guide us
Til we
the plough
Feed the chickens and
Milk the cow
Now up in the hills or in the valley below
You can find a farm anywhere you go
So learn to treat the farmer like
imma parasail
And set sail through the sky
Like a pair of quail
Or a set of turtledoves higher
Than a pair of hills
Turning up, living life at these
how it feels
This ain't my first trip to rooster hill
It's Sunday morning back here on the farm
Things are quiet except around the barn
It's sunrise
the Pigeon Farm boy
Out where the sun's in my eye
And out where the hills hit the sky
There is a place
There is a fortune
It has everything to
Help you
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
the hills, the tunnels never falter, never quail
Keep your hand upon the throttle and your eye upon the rail
Blessed Savior Thou wilt guide us 'till we
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
I want to wander where the skies are blue,
Where birds are singing all the long day through,
The music that I love to listen to
Down on melody farm
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
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