Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock market's down again
All about who's who and who's got what
Put your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yea, that American Dream
It's all about the green
Oh, but where I come from
It's a little different, son
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
Hangin' in the woods with an ole bird dog
Ask boys 'round here where they could crawl from head to toe
That's the way we roll
And some put it on with a gun in their hands
And wear each day, fightin' for this land
Like my daddy did (that was back in '66)
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
It's all around, from big cities to small towns
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Oh, it's her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
It's a country boy's shade of green
Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock market's down again
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock market's down again
All about who's who and who's got what
Put your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yea, that American Dream
It's all about the green
Oh, but where I come from
It's a little different, son
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
Hangin' in the woods with an ole bird dog
Ask boys 'round here where they could crawl from head to toe
That's the way we roll
And some put it on with a gun in their hands
And wear each day, fightin' for this land
Like my daddy did (that was back in '66)
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
It's all around, from big cities to small towns
It's the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture old horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got
No, it's the clover grown in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Oh, it's her eyes every day lookin' back at me
Yea, that's my shades of green
It's a country boy's shade of green
Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock market's down again
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