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Plowboy Lyrics - Singles - Ray Scott

Theres a lot of small towns in this world 

Just like the one that I came from 

Where any dream you have is just a dream 

It aint nothin that can truly be done 

 

Well, Im gonna tell y'all a little story 

About the day I set out to leave 

As I was loadin up and sayin my goodbyes 

Some redneck Einstein said to me 

 

Well, I see ya packed up your suitcase 

And I seen ya throw it in the truck 

Headed off to the big town, are ya? 

Well, son I wish ya luck 

 

Now I dont mean to bust your bubble 

But boy the way youre thinkings wrong 

Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours 

Youll be back before too long 

 

'Cause you a plowboy 

You aint no city boy 

Yeah, you were born with dirty hands 

 

Yeah, you a plowboy 

And youre thinking silly, boy 

Just tryin to make ya understand 

 

What you better do is, put them over-alls back on 

Go on out and fix that old barn door 

Keep your far fetched fantasies to yourself 

Go fetch a load of feed, down at the country store 

 

Better yet, go on, have at it 

Go see how high you can fly 

But you best be back when that green leaf comes in, boy 

Were gonna need your help come July 

 

Cause you a plowboy 

You aint no city boy 

Yeah, you were born with dirty hands 

 

Yeah, you a plowboy 

And youre thinking silly, boy 

Just tryin to make ya understand 

 

Well, now here I am, a few years later 

Come a long way from that old farm 

Ive got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pump 

Got a genuine Rolex on my arm 

 

Well, Id like to ask him what the taste of crow is like 

An see him face the fact that he was wrong 

Ya see, I always knew where I was headed 

But I never forgot where I was from 

 

Yeah Im a plowboy 

I aint no city boy 

Oh, I was born with dirty hands 

 

Look at me now, boy 

Sure is a pity, boy 

I couldnt make ya understand 

 

Go milk that cow, boy 

And that wood needs splittin, boy 

And you best get back to balin hay 

 

Yeah, Im a plowboy 

Well, now look whos silly, boy 

From now on, be careful what you say 

 

Ya hear 

Yeah, yeah 

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