Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Originals

Lyrics:

The farmer’s son he says “I will never follow you,
I’ll never pick that way of life for my family.”
And when I take a look at this cold, hard ground,
Said, "That ain’t no way to live.”

The farmer tells his son, “You gotta make some money,
It’s a sad fact of life but it’s true.”
“You gotta go and you spend your dollars wisely,
And buy your little gal some shoes.”

I’ll empty my pockets and break down the land.
You better listen when your mama tells you,
“My son, go and lend a hand.”
One battle’s lost, another battle’s won,
Oh, but you will always be a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.

Well the boy he goes and gathers up his money.
And he takes off for Big Sky country.
Takes a look at those middle mountain towns,
Say now that’s the way to live.

Then he goes on to settle down and see.
There’s no harm in planting some seeds.
Rollin’ smoke and he’s smiling as he thinks,
He had it right all along.

I’ll empty my pockets and break down the land.
You better listen when your mama tells you,
“My son, go and lend a hand.”
One battle’s lost, another battle’s won.
Oh, but you will always be a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.

I’ll empty my pockets and break down the land.
You better listen when your mama tells you,
“My son, go and lend a hand.”
One battle’s lost, another battle’s won.
Oh, but you will always be a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.
Just a poor farmer's son.

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