Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flatland Farmer , by - Josh Abbott Band. Release date: 24.03.2016
Song language: English
Flatland Farmer |
| He’s a flatland farmer |
| Who flatpicks an old guitar |
| Yeah he’s a flatland farmer |
| He flatpicks an old guitar |
| He don’t make no money |
| But he can out-pick a Nashville star |
| Yeah the people come in pick-ups |
| They’re drivin' in from miles around |
| Yeah the people come in pick-ups |
| They’re drivin' in from miles around |
| They just park in his front yard and they sit on his ground |
| And they eat fried chicken to the flatland sound |
| Eat a little… |
| Well they call mighty Nashville |
| Music City USA |
| They call god-all-mighty Nashville |
| Music City USA |
| Ah but get out the city to where the farmers play |
| You’re into real music country without them city ways |
| Get with the flatland farmer |
| Who flatpicks an old guitar |
| Get with the flatland farmer |
| Who flatpicks an old guitar |
| And the closest you’ll want to any Music Row |
| Is a long dirt furrow where the cotton grows, grow… |
| Get with the flatland farmer |
| Who flatpicks an old guitar |
| Get with the flatland farmer |
| Who flatpicks an old guitar |
| He don’t make no money… awww |
| I’ll tell you that boy can out sing |
| Out pick, out play |
| Out drink, out pray and out lay |
| Any of them Nashville stars |