Lyrics:
out,
My father's farm we could not save.
My mother lost her job today
My wife just said tuitions more another year we can't afford
So my Daughters
She played third base on a softball team
Had a pretty good arm and a real nice swing
I was workin' part time out at Gentry's farm
Had a thing for
chug-a-lug
4 H and an FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me and friend sneak out behind
This big old barn
Where we uncovered a covered up
Moonshine still
you want to go it's up to you
And wouldn't it be fine
Following your heart, playing your own part
You and me out on a farm, let the sun be our alarm
Another NASCAR Sunday party on the farm
Run a cord out the window, put the TV in the yard
Preacher's in the kitchen, second piece of pie
Askin'
I am a moving target
And I don't really like it
But one who rules the manger
Is frightening me with dangers
I am a cannon-fodder
The reason is out
I am a moving target
And I don't really like it
But one who rules the manger
Is frightening me with dangers
I am a cannon-fodder
The reason is out
heart ache
Now we live down in the valley
We work out on the farm
We climb up to the mountains
And everything's fine and I'm still here
And you're still
So I heard
Out on the farm
That there's some fricker
Who's out here trying to hit on my girl?
What are you? Are you stupid?
You know you pissed off
from here
Most of us just live here
locals long since moved away
sold their played-out farms for parking lots
went off looking for a better way
But she found she had a cold cheater's heart
And that life out on the farm ain't what she had in mind
When she promised to honor and obey
our days away
Beside the hedge the baby sleeps
While far the footsore rabble creeps
Dogs are left to mind the farm
But knaves slouch out to steal
them for silk
So his woman she'd look sharp down at
The farm.
Well the bullfrog let out a belly croak
Like I'd told him some kind of a joke
And he said
It was right after senior year
Just before the summer disappeared
We went a ridin' them old farm ruts
Hangin' out on the gate of his truck
We
meat, time to ship him off of the farm
Ya soul out of here, body disconnected from life
Mom crying unplugging you from an electric device
Reality
It looked like the potter's field for Doc
That caused us some alarm
Till someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the Simmons farm
Old doc
driving, and ended up at Malabar Farm
Ya we started out driving and ended up at Malabar Farm
Daddy done sold the farm wants to move out to Vegas
Johnny never made it back from Vietnam
They say you can't go home again but every now and then
run, Maggie run
Be just as free as you are wild
A few kids later
We moved out on the farm
And she followed those kids around
Yeah, she kept them
keep on rollin'
Playin' the drums, the congos
Out in the woods, the farm knows
Shout out to Paul out in Berkeley
Savin' the animals, ayy
Shout out to all
Sittin' out on her daddy's farm
She always thought that we'd be together
Lord, I never meant to do her harm
Said she could hear me singin' in the choir
Sittin' out on her daddy's farm
She always thought that we'd be together
Lord, I never meant to do her harm
Said she could hear me singin' in the choir
can we ex-bang
Shit wanna play me
Like the ex games
Snakes in my garden
Snakes in my garden
Burn the farm down
Snakes in my garden
Snakes in my
fuel yourself up and the tractor too
Cause the scare balls rising, on the farm
In Iowa
You head on out, coffee in your hand, pull in the field
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