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He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen |
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And I can't say that I know being that poor really means |
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He wouldn't be mistaken for a man of high degree |
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But he was just as smart as anyone could be |
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The first thing I remember till the day I moved away |
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Up and every morning I don't believe he missed a day |
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It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard |
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He would be on a tractor and let me drive into the barn |
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While the planter, acre, baler they were all the same to me |
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When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be |
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I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play |
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In my imagination I was really making hay |
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I graduated highschool just before I turned eightteen |
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Two years into college when I had a change of dreams |
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I'd wear a dank old necktie like those city fellows do |
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I'd move out in the suburbs like a million other fools |
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I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be |
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The day that we were married he stood right there next to me |
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I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place |
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He never said a word but it was written on his face |
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I couldn't read the signs when she was falling out of love |
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The more he turned the lonelier till she'd finally had enough |
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So I'd pack up my suits and ties and gave them all away |
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And headed for the country just in time for making hay |
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No I won't be mistaken for a man of high degree |
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'Cause I was born a farmer and that's all I'll ever be |