Lyrics:
fourth American boy
They said our agricultural
System was about to fall
So from Washington they sent a call
Plow the fourth one under
The price of cotton
fourth American boy.
They said our agricultural
System was about to fall
From Washington they sent a call
Plow the fourth one under.
Plow under, plow
wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got
the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
You got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
Get behind the mule in
New York City, look at me now
Being stared at from behind the plow
Mississippi, don't get annoyed
I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
Didn't
field
Tryin' to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
How I wish I was home mom
Where the blue grass is growin'
And the sweet country boys
Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please,
Gentle Jack
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
No reason to now
He's just a little out of place
Chck-chck, plow, plow, plow, to's pa' la carota (brr)
En la Mercedes Carota (ey), Adida' entero como Ray Liotta (ey)
Goodfellas sin el prom, paguen
did the boy an' his flashin' blue light
When he rolled that blade outta town
Well, he took that plow up 5-5-Oh
An' he felt it lean to one side
An'
me and junior have a talk"
Momma breaks in says, "don't lose your temper
It wasn't very long ago
When you yourself was just a hay seed plow boy
Who
Gone are the days when the ox fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around
Gone are the days when
The ladies said "Please
Gentle Jack Jones,
wheel drive
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn
Make
the opps don't be on shit because they scared of me
Yeah they know my finger itch when i got it on me
GrtttBoomPlow
Yeah I love that choppa sound
I don't
wheel drive
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn
Make
I've seen him plow a field of corn all day
That's reality
His overalls are black with dirt
But his face is still full of dignity
He talks about
big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
She got to get
and sing and they think I'm a star but every time I look down at my old guitar
I know I'm just six strings away from that same ol' plow
I drive a new Royce
A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young boy
To carry on his name
Eighty years of debt
And a farm that wouldn’t yield
His
S Peezy, yo, long side RiRi
Come down now, Rihanna
Take it to them, take it to them, girl
Break it off, boy, this has got me feeling naughty
I wanna
S Peezy, yo, long side RiRi
Come down now, Rihanna
Take it to them, take it to them, girl
Break it off, boy, this has got me feeling naughty
I wanna
thing, boy)
(Play it, brother)
Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
I'm gonna quit
tend your crop somebody's gonna plow your field
[ steel ]
As time goes by...
Well big boy I ain't jokin' if you don't tend your crop
Somebody's gonna
and junior have a talk"
Momma breaks in says, "don't lose your temper"
"It wasn't very long ago"
"When you yourself was just a hay seed plow boy"
"Who
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