There¡¯s a lot of small towns in this world,
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Just like the one that I came from,
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Where any dream you have is just a dream,
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It ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ that can truly be done
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Well I¡¯m gonna tell yall a little story,
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About the day I set out to leave,
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As I was loadin¡¯ up and sayin¡¯ my goodbyes
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Some redneck Einstein said to me:
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Well I see ya packed up your suitcase,
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And I seen ya throw it in the truck,
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Headed off to the big town are ya?
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Heh, well, son I wish ya luck.
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Now I don¡¯t mean to bust your bubble,
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But boy the way you¡¯re thinking¡¯s wrong
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Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours
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Heh, you¡¯ll be back before too long.
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¡®Cause You a plowboy
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You ain¡¯t no city boy
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Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
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Yeah, you a plowboy
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You¡¯re thinking silly boy
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Just tryin¡¯ to make ya understand
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What you better do is put them over-alls back on,
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Go on out and fix that old barn door,
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Keep your far fetched fantasies to yourself,
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And fetch a load of feed down at the country store,
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Better yet, go on, have at it,
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Go see how high you can fly,
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But you best be back when that green leaf comes back in, boy,
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We¡¯re gonna need your help come July
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¡®Cause You a plowboy
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You ain¡¯t no city boy
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Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
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Yeah, you a plowboy
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You¡¯re thinking silly boy
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Just tryin¡¯ to make ya understand
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Well now here I am a few years later,
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I¡¯ve come a long way from that old farm,
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I¡¯ve got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pump,
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Got a genuine Rolex on my arm,
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Well I¡¯d like to ask him what the taste of crow is like,
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An¡¯ see him face the fact that he was wrong,
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Ya see, I always knew where I was headed,
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But I never forgot where I was from
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Yeah I¡¯m a plowboy
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I ain¡¯t no city boy
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Oh, I was born with dirty hands
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Look at me now, boy
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Sure is a pity, boy
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I couldn¡¯t make ya understand
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Go milk that cow, boy
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And that wood needs splittin¡¯, boy
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And you best get back to balin¡¯ hay
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Yeah I¡¯m a plow boy
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Well now look who¡¯s silly, boy
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From now on, be careful what you say
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Ya hear
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Yeah, yeah.
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Plowboy
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| Ray Scott |
