Flatland Farmer - Terry Allen

    He's a flatland farmer
    Who flatpicks and old guitar
    Yeah he's a flatland farmer
    He flatpicks and old guitar
    He don't make no money
    But he can out-pick them Nashville stars
    Yeah the people come in pick-ups
    They travel in from miles around
    Ahhh the people come in pick-ups
    They travel in from miles around
    Yeah they park in his front yard...sit on his ground
    An they eat fried chicken to that flatland sound
    Eat a little...
    Well they call mighty Nashville
    Music City USA
    Yeah they call that god-all-mighty Nashville
    Music City USA
    Ahhh but get out of the city to where the farmer plays
    An 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
    An closest you'll want to any Music Row
    Is a long dirt furrow where cotton grows
    Grow...
    Get with the flatland farmer
    Who flatpicks an old guitar
    Yeah, get with the flatland farmer
    Who flatpicks an old guitar
    He don't make no money...Awww
    But I'll tell...that boy can
    Out sing
    Out pick
    Out play
    Out drink
    Out pray...and out lay
    Any of them Nashville stars
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