| Well the weatherman said it might storm today
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| I gotta hit the field
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| Gotta bail some hay
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| And I can’t let it rain on my daddy’s farm
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| Til I get it all stacked up high in the barn
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| And I’m gonna call my baby
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| She’s been waiting on me She lives down town on Sycamore Street
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| And the wheels on the black top
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| A startin' to whine
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| As I pass that Oklahoma City limit sign
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| I’m a hayseed
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| And a plow boy
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| I’m a farm kid
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| And a cowboy
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| I’m a roughneck
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| My daddy was a roughneck too
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| I run around with hillbilly girls
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| The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
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| You better be ready when the sun goes down
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| That’s when country comes to town
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| Well her Daddy said child you better let him be Well I don’t like him and he sire don’t like me Momma just says ya’ll have a little fun
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| Ain’t doin' nothing me and papa ain’t done
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| Open up the door to my pick-up truck
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| And my baby jumps in and she fires it up And she gives me a kiss
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| As I crawl in We’ve been waiting all week for a weekend
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| I’m a hayseed
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| And a plow boy
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| I’m a farm kid
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| And a cowboy
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| I’m a roughneck
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| My daddy was a roughneck too
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| I run around with hillbilly girls
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| The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
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| You better be ready when the sun goes down
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| That’s when country comes to town
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| Yeah it’s true I run around with hillbilly girls
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| The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
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| You better be ready when the sun goes down
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| Cause that’s when country comes to town
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| Here I come |