Hey, beautiful farm on the top of the hill Whenever I pass by I'm thinking I will Find someone like you Goodbye avenue And then I'll be yearning for this
starts after MOOYA When I milk the cow on uncle earls farm, I use the Ulna born that's in my arm. MOOYA! Everybody knows the bones, just had to find a way
Come again get me excited I'm the bloodstain On your shirt sleeve Coming down and more are coming to believe Now we know it all for sure Make the hair stand Up on
be high So to save his farm from the banker's draft The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer'
in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires,
home town I've been looking for freedom, still it can't be found I made a lot of dues, had plenty to lose Traveling across the land Worked on a farm,
and twenty five sacks of mail They're out on the southbound odyssey Train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passing towns
Flew in from miami beach boac Didn't get you to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the u.s
thang big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy 25 on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back Matchin' grills, big houses on
my arms, we're out here on this farm, all our troubles drift away, on a summer day. Your brown hair high up off your neck, sunflowers on your summer
the way to Heaven All the way All the way to Heaven All the way All the way to Heaven All the way All the way to Heaven All the way All the way to Heaven
farm yard Upset in every way The dogs begin to bark, hounds begin to howl The dog begin to bark, hounds begin to howl Watch out now people Little red rooster on
you used to lay down You know I miss good lookin' women Women, women, women, here women there women everywhere old MacDonald had a farm on the farm he
Daddy sits on a? front porch swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found
lap Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling 12 am I'm on the way
stay the hell out of my lawn Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on
-seventh time that day So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station Got a few more pickled wieners and a diet chocolate soda On our way
a piece of steel I could do What my fat owner can't Future farmers of America Future farmers of America Future farmers of America I'm always watching the way
