Lyrics:
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In the heart of the summer, we need a snow plow
What you know about that? Baby, it's your time
Coke transactions on the phone, we call it "blow
of night
Sing to the morning light
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe
Rest not to lock your
a fallen
Meteor will ever plow: no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no
One will steal the eggs from this
Katie's sittin' on her old front porch
Watchin' the chickens peck the ground
There ain't a whole lot goin' on tonight
In this one horse town
Over
to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk
Scratch my head
Brown cow, cat's meow
C'mon mule, pull my plow!
Oats and bread, turkey
With a team of horses or an old John Deere, I can plow this land
But if I didn't have all your love, I'd be half a man
I can hang the stars, I can
a fallen
meteor will ever plow: no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no
one will steal the eggs from this
She's got the chain that keeps me there
With only ten more to go
With only ten more to go
Until I'm complete
Now I'm a plow that's part of the scene
In
out
From your dad rammin her plow, plow
Check the soundcloud
Goals to get a mass crowd
Doin music and I'm damn proud, proud
Bust so many rhymes I'm
with an iron sword
The horse of the plain is caught to the rein
And bent to his master's will
The bullock is tamed, to the plow he is chained
a fire to cook
Don't need to buy food
I'll put a fish on a hook
In seconds
So country
I can shh
In the pasture
Then plow the bastard
To grow food in it
Katie's sitten on the _____ front porch
watchin' the chickens peck the ground
there aint a whole lot goin' on tonight
in this one horse town
over
go to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk, scratch my head
Brown cow, cat's meow, come on mule pull my plow
Oats and bread,
There's household sales and barns and ole harness and plows
And he just bought the junk stuff
Just bought the junk stuff
The iron stuff you know
unlocked
So bring your horse and cart
'Cause I'm going to keep all the
Roads open to my heart
Like a snowstorm in Montana
Don't ever cut yourself off
Or you
to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk
Scratch my head brown cow, Cat's meow
C'mon mule, pull my plow!
Oats and bread, turkey breast
Centaur
The King says mount up
We're going out on a ride
I say, ""I'm a Centaur and I don't need a horse,
It's not neccessary.""
Give it
Look a gift horse in the mouth go get a job
Last best deal I ever got was a quarter for a beer on the quad
Nevilles singing on a makeshift stage you
the ground
He's turning the wheels of his daddy's plow
Sowing the land that's been handed down
Singing a song from a book that's faded brown
Mary she's
bones and skunk tails, is my mission
Holding backward raps to all my power packs
Babboons clap, and girl horses wanna hit the sack
We’re too bold for
Chorus:
Hay is for my horses hay makes critters fat
Fat's my favorite color and no matter where I'm at
You'll find a trail of green legumes stretched out in
bodies down a laundry chute
Breaking bones and shattering knives
Plow your face into a field, bury your eyes
I packed my bags, I got out of town
Yeah, I
two things on your mind
Driva man and quittin' time
Get to work and root that stump
Driva man'll make ya jump
Keep a movin' with that plow
Driva man'll
I met a man who bought up land
Wherever his feet would tread
He asked me to El Paso
Said I could stay on his spread
He has horses and cows
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