bakes his own desserts He warms the ocean And from that, life springs forth Little organisms building trash around the clock Compost heaps Or melting pots For Farmer John
You're a single mom with three kids And just as many jobs Your candle burns at both ends But you can't make it stop You're a farmer on a John Deere Honest
friends at the farm And you joined them at the bar Almost every single day of the week I will wash the dishes while you go have a beer Where is my John
grin I'd heard of hs reputation A fairly dangerous man Yea I heard ol' big john lee Would pull is gun whenever he can. Chorus: I rolled against john
shiny car didn't mean much after all the things he'd seen George A. never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima George A. never saw John Wayne on
the focus of adolescent ridicule, He has no time for farmer's daughters. Alienated from the clique society, A lonely boy finds peace in fishing. His mother says "John
the mall It's a hide away bed in an old horse stall Two kids gettin' caught stealin' a Boone's farm kiss It ain't a John Deere cap that's never fell
loans Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the farmers bank foreclosed Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land He said, "John
face no need to continue I've been there, done that, received it, won that Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John
do my thing Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all? I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean John Jones I got
hustlers are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the
are y'all? [Buddie] yeah... I'm posted in that tip (Tip) And my homeboy home Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush) In my sean john jones I got the
days I'm an innovator, I'm a country boy prognosticator Man, a man ahead of my times I've got a hundred acre farm I've got a John Deere in my barn I
of shit that causes mass confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm
relations had given their consent Now a date was appointed for their wedding day And the farmer he was appointed to give her away But as soon as the lady this farmer
But that's no reason to complain There is no reason to complain There is no reason to do anything" "I don't believe in reason, objective reality or collective farming
That old John Deere tractor been putting around those pastures On Grandpa's farm long before I was here This rusty F-150 still purrs like a kitten
Had a rusty hot rod on a country road And a John Deer tractor with a radio Just a long haired farm boy with jukebox dreams Hit the town on weekends just