Lyrics:
They lived on a farm out in the country
And living was lovely
But his Daddy
He could get ugly
And fists would fly and
His mama could do nothing but cry
the Rooster)
In the hen house (I am the Rooster)
Down on the farm
Down on the farm
In the big city
Out in the wood
All you chicken hawks step aside
I got
ahead of broke,
Without that crop there'da been no hope;
You know it's awful hard,
To make a living off a worn-out hillside farm;
Yeah, it's awful hard,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
and tigers come running
Just to steal your luck
Out on the farm we'll be
Swimming with the mother duck
Deep in the mitten where
Lions and tigers
a woman that will come out on my farm
I may look a little rough, but I'm really loaded up with charm
I can 2 step, 10 step, boogie baby all night long
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
would no longer suffice
On my daddy's deathbed, he gave me this advice
Get the hell off the farm
Get the hell off the farm
They done squeezed us out
farms out of business, you prophet from the animals suffering so its up to you and I to stop the torture!!!
simp typically
Always knew that losing you would have some difficulty
I guess I’ll ball alone
Wish it wasn’t so
I thought i made it out the farm, but i
roll by,
it's hot outside,
but I've got you here girl,
so I've got no complaints,
with you here in my arms,
we're out here on this farm,
all our troubles
think twice before you step foot on the farm
Shout out the second amendment and the right to bear arms
I step up on this beat and reserve the right
got egg on my face
Egg Farm you are really neat 3D
Egg Farm I bought stock in you boo who
Egg Farm Farm I'm out of my mind
Egg Farm you're the tops
the NPT
I use to pick asparagus so I could get paid
at Very Hill Farm out marshfield way
I never saved any money always spent up all my cash
often swapping
And I still get calls about you
Remindin' me of what I can't get through
I miss those Friday nights out on the farm
The bonfire lights underneath
arms
I am not afraid to chase my dreams out on the farm
She is a rebel with a heart full of charm
Coming home from a hard day's work
Couldn't catch
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
And Sharon makes a mean margarita to be a senorita from Birmingham
Luke Combs and Sweet Home Alabama, they're playin' on the stereo
Out on the farm with my
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