Lyrics:
everything is fine fine
Old McDonald has a farm
Out in BFE
Back when mac was a youngin
His grandpa went and bought em
Bout 150 acres he was supposed to use
kissin' that homecomin' queen
Back in the day we were small town stars,
Snuck a little beer, cranked a lotta Garth
Down on the farm, out on the lake,
Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Took to growin' lettuce milkin' cows and honey
Bought myself a farm (way out in the country)
Bought
Bought myself a farm way out in the country
Took to growin lettuce milkin cows and honey
Bought myself a farm (way out in the country)
Bought
even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
won't even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there
It's all about the renters on Penny's farm
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm
Now you move out to Penny's farm
Plant a little crop of 'bacco
eine Kuh"
„Step out the way
You better moo-ve"
„Iih! 'N Fladen
Iih! Bäh!"
„Moo!"
Old McDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had some
the farm life, yeah we're livin' the farm life
Out here we know how to treat a girl right
Take her by the hand and love her all night
In the farm life, just
Don't leave the house without your firearm,
Don't get the rope unless you get the charm,
Pick my own pounds right up out the farm,
This is Westfield
And the spaces won't be spaces anymore
Two more farms were broken by the drought
First the Wagners now the Fullers pulling out
Developers paid better than
animals
Living life out in the sun
Farm animals
They make this farm so much fun
The cows give us lots of milk
The sheep give us wool that's soft as silk
I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might
I lived on a farm out in Iowa I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free heard the Oregon timber callin' me
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 lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin' me
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,
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,
wrong
Settle back
All out breeding farm
Settle back in this
Breeding farm
Settle back
All out breeding farm
Settle back in this
Breeding farm
Getting out of the farm
I'm going down to the city of light
Getting out of this barn
I'm going down to the city of light
People around here don't
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