Flatland Farmer
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โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
๐ ID: 5952519
๐ Lyrics
He's a flatland farmer
Who flat-picks an old guitar
Yeah, he's a flatland farmer
He flat-picks 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 driving in from miles around
Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
They're driving 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 flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat-picks 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 flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat-picks an old guitar
He don't make no money, aw
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
Who flat-picks an old guitar
Yeah, he's a flatland farmer
He flat-picks 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 driving in from miles around
Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
They're driving 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 flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat-picks 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 flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat-picks an old guitar
He don't make no money, aw
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.83] He's a flatland farmer
[00:01.78] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[00:04.45] Yeah, he's a flatland farmer
[00:06.39] He flat-picks an old guitar
[00:10.84] He don't make no money
[00:11.79] But he can out-pick a Nashville star
[00:17.27] Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
[00:19.98] They're driving in from miles around
[00:23.58] Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
[00:25.30] They're driving in from miles around
[00:28.93] They just park in his front yard
[00:30.87] And they sit on his ground
[00:32.66] And they eat fried chicken
[00:35.46] To the flatland sound, eat a little
[00:42.61] Well, they call mighty Nashville
[00:57.14] Music City, USA
[00:59.82] They call god-all-mighty Nashville
[01:02.57] Music City, USA
[01:05.21] Ah but get out the city
[01:07.96] To where the farmers play
[01:09.88] You're into real music country
[01:12.53] Without them city ways
[01:17.99] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:18.85] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:22.46] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:24.21] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:27.88] And the closest you'll want
[01:29.67] To any music row
[01:31.49] Is a long dirt furrow
[01:33.21] Where the cotton grows, grow
[01:39.60] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:55.92] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:59.59] Get with the flatland farmer
[02:01.36] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[02:04.92] He don't make no money, aw
[02:06.73] I'll tell you that boy can out sing
[02:12.15] Out pick, out play, out drink, out pray
[02:18.50] And out lay any of them Nashville stars
[02:24.81]
[00:01.78] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[00:04.45] Yeah, he's a flatland farmer
[00:06.39] He flat-picks an old guitar
[00:10.84] He don't make no money
[00:11.79] But he can out-pick a Nashville star
[00:17.27] Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
[00:19.98] They're driving in from miles around
[00:23.58] Yeah, the people come in pick-ups
[00:25.30] They're driving in from miles around
[00:28.93] They just park in his front yard
[00:30.87] And they sit on his ground
[00:32.66] And they eat fried chicken
[00:35.46] To the flatland sound, eat a little
[00:42.61] Well, they call mighty Nashville
[00:57.14] Music City, USA
[00:59.82] They call god-all-mighty Nashville
[01:02.57] Music City, USA
[01:05.21] Ah but get out the city
[01:07.96] To where the farmers play
[01:09.88] You're into real music country
[01:12.53] Without them city ways
[01:17.99] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:18.85] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:22.46] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:24.21] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:27.88] And the closest you'll want
[01:29.67] To any music row
[01:31.49] Is a long dirt furrow
[01:33.21] Where the cotton grows, grow
[01:39.60] Get with the flatland farmer
[01:55.92] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[01:59.59] Get with the flatland farmer
[02:01.36] Who flat-picks an old guitar
[02:04.92] He don't make no money, aw
[02:06.73] I'll tell you that boy can out sing
[02:12.15] Out pick, out play, out drink, out pray
[02:18.50] And out lay any of them Nashville stars
[02:24.81]