| He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen
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| And I can’t say that I know being that poor really means
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| He wouldn’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
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| But he was just as smart as anyone could be The first thing I remember till the day I moved away
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| Up and every morning I don’t believe he missed a day
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| It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard
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| He would be on a tractor and let me drive into the barn
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| While the planter, acre, baler they were all the same to me When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play
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| In my imagination I was really making hay
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| I graduated highschool just before I turned eightteen
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| Two years into college when I had a change of dreams
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| I’d wear a dank old necktie like those city fellows do
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| I’d move out in the suburbs like a million other fools
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| I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be The day that we were married he stood right there next to me
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| I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place
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| He never said a word but it was written on his face
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| I couldn’t read the signs when she was falling out of love
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| The more he turned the lonelier till she’d finally had enough
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| So I’d pack up my suits and ties and gave them all away
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| And headed for the country just in time for making hay
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| No I won’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
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| 'Cause I was born a farmer and that’s all I’ll ever be |