Plowboy

There's a lot of small towns in this world,
 Just like the one that I came from,
 Where any dream you have is just a dream,
 It ain't nothin' that can truly be done
 Well I'm gonna tell yall a little story,
 About the day I set out to leave,
 As I was loadin' up and sayin' my goodbyes
 Some redneck Einstein said to me:
 Well I see ya packed up your suitcase,
 And I seen ya throw it in the truck,
 Headed off to the big town are ya?
 Heh, well, son I wish ya luck.
 Now I don't mean to bust your bubble,
 But boy the way you're thinking's wrong
 Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours
 Heh, you'll be back before too long.
 'Cause You a plowboy
 You ain't no city boy
 Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
 Yeah, you a plowboy
 You're thinking silly boy
 Just tryin' to make ya understand
 What you better do is put them over-alls back on,
 Go on out and fix that old barn door,
 Keep your far fetched fantasies to yourself,
 And fetch a load of feed down at the country store,
 Better yet, go on, have at it,
 Go see how high you can fly,
 But you best be back when that green leaf comes back in, boy,
 We're gonna need your help come July
 'Cause You a plowboy
 You ain't no city boy
 Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
 Yeah, you a plowboy
 You're thinking silly boy
 Just tryin' to make ya understand
 Well now here I am a few years later,
 I've come a long way from that old farm,
 I've got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pond,
 Got a genuine Rolex on my arm,
 Well I'd like to ask him what the taste of crow is like,
 An' see him face the fact that he was wrong,
 Ya see, I always knew where I was headed,
 But I never forgot where I was from
 Yeah I'm a plowboy
 I ain't no city boy
 Oh, I was born with dirty hands
 Look at me now, boy
 Sure is a pity, boy
 I couldn't make ya understand
 Go milk that cow, boy
 And that wood needs splittin', boy
 And you best get back to balin' hay
 Yeah I'm a plow boy
 Well now look who's silly, boy
 From now on, be careful what you say
 Ya hear
 Yeah, yeah