Farm Girl

I need a hand to bring water to my fields
 I need a sham to broker my deals
 I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
 About death, dirt, loss, sex, life on the free meals
 I've been riding on a tired horse
 So sick I had to feed him by force
 An apple in my hand and my hand down his throat
 And I felt his hoof kickin' round in the pocket of my coat
 I need a farm girl to cook my kill
 I need a farm girl to get my thrill
 I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
 About death, dirt, loss, sex, life on the free meals
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl
 Squattin' down
 Tell me that my top soil's gone
 I rather die young than pack up the farm
 Squattin' down
 Tell me that my beans won't grow
 That my plows won't plow
 And my hoes won't hoe
 I've been riding on a tired horse
 So sick I had to feed him by force
 His eyes on my pocket
 And his mind on my farm
 He had his hooves on my girl
 in the loft on my barn
 One time it kind of made me nervous
 Two times I got my magazine
 Three times in the grain elevator
 At the co-op where we used to be seen
 Four times at five in the morning
 Five times it didn't matter to me
 Six times you better call the preacher
 She got dirt in her nails and grass in her teeth
 I need a hand to bring water to my fields
 I need a sham to broker my deals
 I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
 About death, dirt, loss, sex, life of the free meals
 death, dirt, loss, sex, life of the free meals
 death, dirt, loss, sex, life of the free meals
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl
 I need a farm girl