Lyrics:
door
Try to not spook the horse
Make sure she ain't rolled in shit
There's a field of green and an old red barn
Deep in the valley of hearts
If you want
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
the valley of hearts
If you want to go riding
In the tall green grass
Try to not spook the horse
Try to not spook the horse
Try to not spook the horse
Ridin' on a horse, ha
You can whip your porsche
I been in the valley
You ain't been up off that porch, now
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't
In the year of the yellow cab
In the shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in maryland
When
White fence, forty acres, and rolling hills was home to me
When grandpa sells the farm where are the horses gonna go
When that truck I learned to drive in
cows, pigs and chickens running through farms
Dodged pheasants and deer on the road up by the Rythre Arms
Hornsea and Hull, Sherburn in Elmet and Pudsey
made their camp along the streams
Of the green Wallowa Valley when fences had no name
And they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe
In the year of the yellow cab
Shadow of the great world war
The third kid grandmom had
Came into this world
On a rolling farm in Maryland
When
Near Wharnley-Burn farm in the Derwent valley
In a lonely grave on the crest of a hill lies Thomas Raw
He was what they call a moss-trooper
A breed
I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have
her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
The Valley in the Shadow of the Death
Bitch I was born in, not sworn in it
I made a killin in these farm town suburbs
A guilty sinner Mima hate when I use
inchin in towards, I'm Dreamville and Eminem I swear that shit was absorbed
(Uh)
I got bored
I'm no where near top floor
The Bottom is like a farm if only
I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have
my farm
I'm not that alarmed
Bottle of whiskey in between two hands
On my horse going, oh man
Rolling up my head
Maybe I'm the man
So find me in
to find my perfect man
And our perfect little farm on this perfect land
The sun comes up through our farm and goes down too
Across the valley of my heart
Give me a horse and a saddle
Give me a place to ride
Give me the plains and the hills
And valleys
A dog racing by my side
I'm flipping my lid
I'm
As the lashing of the rain cut me down
Through the wild fury of the summer storms
With luck I stumbled 'cross a lonesome farm
And pleaded that they
The horse needs hay
Dogs dashin
In the farm
Taking care of pups
Protecting them from harm
Rooster waking people
Early in the morning
Time to get to work
Start
"In Ukrainian communities, the homes"
"Farm buildings and churches"
"Are now modern, well-built structures"
A young coyote yelped herself awake from
feeling free
It took a while for me to discover
Where my home really is
Simple times and friendly folks everywhere
I take a horse ride through the valley
pastures?
I wanna see horses run one more time
You can lay me down beside the ones gone before me
Bury me in bluegrass when I die
Uncle Henry sells
fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
It's the sweetest sound my ears have ever
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