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    "Plowboy" Lyrics

    Cledus T. Judd

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    Plowboy, ain't that funny, plowboy?

    Well I'm a packin' up my truck and I'm a head down south
    Where real men packa lips with dips in their mouth
    Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent
    Buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent
    Then I'm a Cledus T it up and down the farm
    With a couple of barns a baby calf in my arms
    You know I hate to brag but I'll be tillin' the most
    Run a barbwire fence from post to post

    Keep shells in my gun, deer heads on my wall
    Live out in the sticks and wear overalls, why? Because I wanna
    Find me a home in a cow town baby where the buffalo roam
    Read the farmers almanac for all the right reasons
    Make sure my crop is the top of next season
    Cledus T is a farmin' freakazoid
    Yeah I'm headin' down south sucka
    Because I wanna be a plowboy baby

    (With my "go Braves" hat on my John Deer tractor)
    Plowboy baby
    (Redman pouch full of chewin' tobaccer)
    Plowboy baby
    (Sleepin' at night 'cause I work all day)
    Plowboy baby
    (You can smell my pigs from a mile away)

    I bet you'll hear my rooster crowin' when the day begins
    He goes, in lust for a hen
    Home schoolin', home fries, good homemade wine
    We'll harvest the fields
    (But not before it's time)
    Plant peas and beets, green beans and rice
    Haul manure from the barn to fertilize
    And if the price is right, I'm gonna sell my hay boy
    And let G E O R G I A know why they callin' me the plowboy baby

    (With my truck locked down into four wheel drive)
    Plowboy baby
    (Livin' like a King in a single wide)
    Plowboy baby
    (Sleepin' at night and bushhogin' all day)
    Plowboy baby
    (Thank God for Willie Nelson and farm aid

    Yeah Cledus T you can call me a hick
    The only woman for me is a Dixie Chick
    I got two Billy goats week 'fore last
    Till my snapper gets fixed they'll be cuttin' my grass
    Back hoein', scare crowin', shoein' my horse
    You know a horse is a horse
    (Of course, of course)
    Spruce up the spread gotta make it look right
    I'm gonna paint my barn red and paint my fence white

    Vidalias, Tommy Toe tomatoes
    Irrigate some ground for my sweet potatoes
    Break wild mares, farm like quakers
    Got no love for you vegetable haters
    How I'm gonna buy my seed
    Sell my soul to the seed and feed?
    My thumb is green just like my hay bailer
    Ain't no chickens in my yard keep 'em all in my trailer
    Dog named old yeller, Kudzu is thick, I'd slop my hog but I

    (Already fed it)
    I'm pickin' off ticks, scratchin' poison oak
    But I keep on sucking thanks to calamine lotion

    Got a 4230 with my diesel whinin'
    Spend all my time on a big combine
    Prayin' at night it'll rain some day
    You can smell my pigs from a mile away

    Got my crop laid out and the sunshine shinin'
    Got an old tin steel with my moonshine shinin'
    You can smell my swine
    This song was submitted on February 11th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by R.J. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, John A. Travis, James Trombly.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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