Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Road Dollars, artist - The Lacs. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirt Road Dollars |
| Monday morning rooster, cock a doodle doo |
| Clock squakin' on the night stand |
| Slapping the the alarm off |
| Stumble to the pot, got coffee on the stove top |
| Button up the blue collar, time to make the boots walk |
| Out the front door |
| Yeah, sun ain’t even up yet Sonny |
| But we sure are yeah, 'cause time is money |
| And we makin' them dirt road dollars |
| Way out yonder, out in them hollers |
| Doin' it like our fathers |
| Up on them tractors out in them pastures |
| Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough |
| Twenty-four carat gold corn rows |
| Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers |
| Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars |
| Aching, peelin', shuck stacks |
| Diggin', tillin', swing that |
| Hammer at the two-by |
| Forty hours well passed |
| Racking in the grain cash |
| Stacking up the hay stacks |
| Red clay paid 'cause we ain’t afraid to break backs |
| Or a good sweat |
| Nah, sun ain’t gone down yet Sonny |
| So we ain’t done yet |
| Hell nah, 'cause time is money |
| And we making them dirt road dollars |
| Way out yonder out in them hollers |
| Doing it like our fathers |
| Up on them tractors out in them pastures |
| Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough |
| Twenty-four carat gold corn rows |
| Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers |
| Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars |
| Yeah, uh-huh |
| I be up and at it by your first break |
| I be work the whole day |
| I ain’t into role play |
| Catch me in the role cage chillin' just a chewin' up that black dirt |
| Plowin', plantin', croppin' I ain’t stoppin' 'til my ass hurt |
| Silver queens shucking with the farm all truckin' |
| With them ace 55s boy, y’all ain’t seen nothing |
| I be gettin' with the pickin' nearly all day |
| Doing it all the way croppin' 'til we all pay, hey |
| There’s a long hard road 'til the next one starts |
| Buddy you don’t wanna know what the tractor parts cost |
| I can get you up a figure for a rig and plow |
| I got some heifers in the back but I don’t sell holy cows |
| Man that old Ferguson burnin' about 2.50 a gallon |
| My head churnin' up dirt and I’m up turnin' to plowin', you dig? |
| Probably do but on your own time |
| I keep the young-in's supper comin' down the lunch line |
| And we making them dirt road dollars |
| Way out yonder out in them hollers |
| Doing it like our fathers |
| Up on them tractors out in them pastures |
| Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough |
| Twenty-four carat gold corn rows |
| Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers |
| Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars |
| Come Saturday night I take my baby out on the town |
| And on Sunday it’s church, then lay around the house |
| And we making them dirt road dollars |
| Way out yonder out in them hollers |
| Doing it like our fathers (Like our fathers) |
| Up on them tractors out in them pastures |
| Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough |
| Twenty-four carat gold corn rows |
| Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers |
| Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars |