Rodney Atkins
Farmers Daughter
Well I heard he needed some help on the farm Somebody with a truck and two strong arms Not scared of dirt and willin' to work till the sun goes down So I pulled up and said I'm your man I could start right now and we shook hands He said the fence needs fixin', the peaches need pickin' And the cows need bringin round I was haulin hay, I was feedin the hogs and that summer sun had me sweatin like a dog So I cooled off in the creek then it was back to work in the daggum heat I was cussin' out loud, thinkin bout quitin' Lookin' back now I'm sure glad I didn't Cuz just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter I caught glimpse of the farmer's daughter She was just gettin' home from Panama city she was all tanned up and my kinda pretty When her eyes met mine I was thinkin that I would sure love my job as the days got shorter our talks got longer the kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger so we'd hop in the truck and get all tagled up every chance we got we were down by the river all night long when the sun came up I was sneakin' her home and draggin my butt to work with the smell of her perfume on my shirt I'd be on the tractor she'd be on my mind with that sun beatin' down on this back of mine Just when I thought it couldnt get no hotter I fell in love with the farmer's daughter we got married last spring Woah and there ain't no better life for me I'm still haulin' hay and feedin' the hogs and that summer sun has me sweatin' like a dog so I cool off in the creek and she brings me outta glass of sweet ice tea I'm on the tractor and shes on my mind and I can't wait till its quitin' time and just when I think it can't get no hotter I come home to the farmer's daughter Yeah the farmer's daughter Take A Back Road
Sit in that six-lane backed up traffic Horns are honking, I've about had it I'm looking for an exit sign Gotta get out of here, get it all off my mind And like a memory from your grandpa's attic A song comes slippin' through the radio static Changing my mood A little George Strait 1982 And it makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab my honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. I've been cooped up, tied down, 'bout forgotten What a field looks like, full of corn and cotton If I'm gonna hit a traffic jam, Well it better be a tractor man So sick and tired of this interstate system I need a curve and wind-a-twistin' Dusty path to nowhere With the wind blowing through my baby's hair Yeah, makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab my honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. Some old back road Maybe it's the feeling or maybe it's the freedom Maybe it's that shady spot Where we park the truck when the things get hot Where we park the truck when the things get hot And it makes me wanna take a back road Makes me wanna take the long way home Put a little gravel in my travel Unwind, unravel all night long Makes me wanna grab you honey Tear down some two-lane country Who knows Get lost and get right with my soul Makes me wanna take Makes me wanna take a back road. Some old back road, get right with my soul Now all I gotta do is take some old back road To the shady spot where things get hot Way down, way down, way down some old back road |
These Are My People
Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks Shootin' b.b.'s at old beer cans Chokin' on the smoke from a lucky strike Somebody lifted off of his old man We were football flunkies Southern rock junkies Crankin' up the stereo Singin' loud and proud to gimme three steps Simple Man, and Curtis Lowe We were good you know We got some discount knowledge at the junior college Where we majored in beer and girls It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money And they threw us out into the world Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town Ain't runnin' much of anything We're just lovin' and laughin' And bustin' our asses And we call it all livin' the dream [Chorus] These are my people This is where I come from We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some It ain't always pretty But it's real That's the way we were made Wouldn't have it any other way These are my people Well we take it all week on the chin with a grin Till we make it to a Friday night And it's church league softball holler 'bout a bad call Preacher breakin' up the fight Then later on at the green light tavern Well everybody's gatherin' as friends And the beer is pourin' till Monday mornin' Where we start all over again [Chorus] We fall down and we get up We walk proud and we talk tough We got heart and we got nerve Even if we are a bit disturbed Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)"
The declaration of independence Think I can tell you that first sentence But then I'm lost I can't begin to count the theories I had pounded in my head that I forgot I don't remember all that spanish Or the gettysburg address But there is one speech from high school I'll never forgot [Chorus:] Come on in boy, sit on down And tell me 'bout yourself So you like my daughter, do you now Yeah we think she's something else She's her daddy's girl and her mama's world She deserves respect, that's what she'll get, ain't it son Now y'all run along and have some fun I'll see you when you get back Bet I'll be up all night Still cleaning this gun Well now that I'm a father I'm scared to death one day my daughter's gonna find That teenage boy I used to be Who seems to have just one thing on his mind She's growing up so fast it won't be long 'fore I'll have to put the fear of god Into some kid at the door [repeat chorus] It's all for show, ain't nobody gonna get hurt It's just a daddy thing, hey believe me man, it works |