the wayside.
Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four.
Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden!
You will know why hayseeds go »
The All Golden
Song Cycle
by Van Dyke Parks
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where we share a little loving in the moonshine
I'm an old hayseed harp player
I'm the hit of the county fair
With my pretty little black-eyed girl »
Susie (Dramas)
Honky Chateau
by Elton John
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Girls in your arms
You could've planted a farm
All of them hayseeds »
May Queen
Whip-Smart
by Liz Phair
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Hit the North
My Cat says eeeee-ack
Hit the North
95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch »
Hit the North
Live in Zagreb
by The Fall
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against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look who's in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and that's good enough for me
Well I was »
Small Town
Scarecrow
by John Mellencamp
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Soothe the young man's sweating forehead
Touch the naked stem held hidden there
Safe in such dark hayseed wired nest
Then his light brown eyes are »
Feedback Song for a Dying Friend
As Quatro Estações
by Legião Urbana
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a leaf
You have to look close to see what this disease has done to me
Arrest the boy
The hayseed with the song in his heart
As he writhes through »
Cathedral Heat
Sky Motel
by Kristin Hersh
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he can blow away all his fears.
He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot. He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots. He spent »
Hayseed Timebomb
Hayseed Timebomb
by Nine Pound Hammer
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he can blow away all his fears.
He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot. He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots. He spent all »
Hayseed Timebomb
Live at the Vera
by Nine Pound Hammer
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hayseed with a gun like a trumpet
Barefoot drinking from a dixie cup picking his
Teeth with an old switchblade loogie to the
Dew can 20 feet away »
Billhilly
Mobile Estates
by Citizen King
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almond eyes and olive skin,
And long black hair.
She was Irish-Spanish mix-breed, I was southeast Texas hayseed,
We were almost there.
Her daddy did not »
Earthbound
Fate's Right Hand
by Rodney Crowell
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keep their roots down
It's just a tumbleweed town
A few hayseeds and ranchers still hanging in
Too old to start over to damn stubborn to quit »
Tumbleweed Town
Don't Let Go
by Justin McBride
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You're cool and smooth like a bucket of Crisco.
You undulate like the streets of San Francisco.
I met your father. He was such a hayseed
He makes »
You're So Basic
Lipschitz
by John Huss Moderate Combo
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