Lyrics:
old patch of pitchfork dirt
Stop me if you've already heard
The one about
Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
White frost, bean field
to me, Indiana
Born and raised by your gentle hand
I will miss the fields of corn and beans
Running through those old oak trees
But my love's waiting for
You stood me up like a hand me down scarecrow
Put me in the field where the beans and the corn grow
And never told me the reason why
If I could find my
know what I need.
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scratching in your pea patch
Plowing through your bean field
Planting my seed.
Sex farm woman
I'll
my soul
I need a live oak tree and a soy bean field
I wish I could take it like a pill
Need some hard red clay and a soft sand hill
Some black water
on back
Windmills and dirt roads and bean fields, my kinfolk
It don't get much better than that
I've got to get back to the farm
Where the cars
ManMan got my back
He'll blow you back (He'll blow you back)
ManMan got my back
Triple Cs, Molly, beans in the field (In the field)
Designer bags filled
up a hot sweat
Crouching in your pea patch
Plowing through your bean field
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman, I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm
where ya at
[Timbaland]
In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn
Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
Look around and see
People doing work for the community
The traffic guard tells you when it's green
A farmer in the field planting beans
A janitor who's
the field pickin beans and corn-corn
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn
I said its hot as hell a nigga need some
Park with a moon
Park with a plane
In a town with a sort of Spanish name
Fields of beans
Putting greens
Pulling on orange curtain heart strings
the field and eat up the beans
The darn rabbits they got the turnip greens
And my ma-in-law just moved in to stay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's
Well, there's acid rain falling
And it's killing up all my bean fields
It's got me contemplating revelation
Speaking on the seven seals
Life
ain't no other other)
Have we been here before? (La)
Where they tugging the bed, the foreground
Well I'm on my big bean field
In the palm of your
The durned old mule he tore down the fence
The mortage is due and I can't pay but we're still
a livin' so everything's okay
The cow broke in the field
the field and eat up the beans
The darn rabbits they got the turnip greens
And my ma-in-law just moved in to stay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's
chick
But ain't got rich dick
Run it up
On you bitches
It's the year of the rat
So I'm chasin cheese
Your plates at steak
Not Philly
A little field
of eyeballs
In a cocoa bean field
See, I suckered them into
Accepting my front
As a two bit reporter
On a fact finding hunt
When they asked what was strapped
panky.
Maybe I could even meet your family?
Come on baby tel me maybe,
How's your father?
Plowing through the bean field,
Beating round the bush,
Could have been the changing seas
Every day I get to look at things that used to be
There's a farm house across the way
Alone in a soy bean field
You can
Triple Cs, Molly, beans in the field
Designer bags filled with cash
I fucked a scene ho damn, triple beam
She like my lingo
I said it's the lean though
It
back up
We went to see some play
When I took you back home again
We parked in your daddy's bean field and we made out
They don't make anything in
high I don't know how high I feel
Im so high I might pull it and just kill
Really in the field really off them beans
Percocets on me molly in my jeans
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