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Working in the fields
Working in the fields
Head rancher of this here abode
He ain't say a word
I'm aiming with my crossbow
Branding iron on my hip
It's like a hot stove
She taste like sasparilla
Know I keep my wench close
Yeah
We duel at noon
You know I'm drawing first
No silver spoon
Had to go out and work
That's in the day
At night I pray in church
The fruits of god came up from out the dirt
Working in the fields
You know I know how to keep it real
Working in the fields
You know that I know just how it feels
Working in the fields
You know I know how to keep it real
Working in the fields
You know that I know just how it feels
I'm at the general store
I just ran out of ice
And I had to buy some more
I'm at the general store
Bought some beef jerky while I'm over
Slamming Coors on my sitting mower
We don't drink bud light anymore
Better not be a stranger at my door
Better not baby he gone meet the lord
Dancing in a barn
No more drinking beer
Only smokin' dope
That's just how we roll
Dancing with the deer
On a fishing boat
Just smokin' dope
That's just how it go
Wake up to the chickens making noise
Smoke a Newport then I hit the road
Going riding with the fucking boys
Getting so high feel my antlers grow
Working in the fields
You know I know how to keep it real
Working in the fields
You know that I know just how it feels
Working in the fields
You know I know how to keep it real
Working in the fields
You know that I know just how it feels
WRITERS
Parker Hanson
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