Dirt Road Dollars

Monday morning rooster, cock-a-doodle-doo
 Clock squakin' on the night stand
 Slapping the the alarm off
 Stumble to the pot, got coffee on the stove top
 Button up the blue collar, time to make the boots walk
 Out the front door
 Yeah, sun ain't even up yet Sonny
 But we sure are yeah, 'cause time is money
 And we makin' them dirt road dollars
 Way out yonder, out in them hollers
 Doin' it like our fathers
 Up on them tractors out in them pastures
 Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
 24-carat gold corn rows
 Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
 Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
 Aching, peelin', shuck stacks
 Diggin', tillin', swing that
 Hammer at the two-by
 40 hours well passed
 Racking in the grain cash
 Stacking up the hay stacks
 Red clay paid 'cause we ain't afraid to break backs
 Or a good sweat
 Nah, sun ain't gone down yet Sonny
 So we ain't done yet
 Hell nah, 'cause time is money
 And we making them dirt road dollars
 Way out yonder out in them hollers
 Doing it like our fathers
 Up on them tractors out in them pastures
 Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
 24-carat gold corn rows
 Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
 Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
 Yeah, uh-huh
 I be up and at it by your first break
 I be work the whole day
 I ain't into role play
 Catch me in the role cage chillin' just a chewin' up that black dirt
 Plowin', plantin', croppin', I ain't stoppin' 'til my ass hurt
 Silver queens shucking with the farm all truckin'
 With them ace 55s, boy, y'all ain't seen nothing
 I be gettin' with the pickin' nearly all day
 Doing it all the way croppin' 'til we all pay, hey
 There's a long hard road 'til the next one starts
 Buddy, you don't wanna know what the tractor parts cost
 I can get you up a figure for a rig and a plow
 I got some heifers in the back but I don't sell holy cows
 Man that old Ferguson burnin' about 2.50 a gallon
 Now my head churnin' up dirt and I'm up turnin' to plowin', you dig?
 Probably do but on your own time
 I keep the young-in's supper comin' down the lunch line
 And we making them dirt road dollars
 Way out yonder out in them hollers
 Doing it like our fathers
 Up on them tractors out in them pastures
 Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
 24-carat gold corn rows
 Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
 Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
 Come, Saturday night I take my baby out on the town
 And on Sunday it's church, then lay around the house
 And we making them dirt road dollars
 Way out yonder out in them hollers
 Doing it like our fathers (like our fathers)
 Up on them tractors out in them pastures
 Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
 24-carat gold corn rows
 Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
 Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
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 (Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars)