it ain't just an old combine
It ain't just granddaddy's farm,
Where the wheat flows in,
You're raising little hell on the weekend
It ain't just where the corn grows,
A buck shot from a shotgun
It's where you're staying tall,
where you can get you drunk
And you drink a cold beer
we work cause it ain't free
And you reap what you sow
More than an old name to lame
No, it ain't just where the corn
No, you don't get the chance to listen
To a bonfire crackle, the roll of the gravel
It ain't just where the corn grows
A buckshot from a shotgun
It's where you stand tall
Where you can get your draw
And you drank a cold beer
we work cause it ain't free
And you reap what you sow
More than a no -name tool ain't, no, it
No, ain't just where the corn
Now it ain't just where the corn grows
A buckshot from a shotgun
It's where you stay in town
Where you can get your draw
And you drink a cold beer
If you got one, bust a knife back,
and you reap what you sow
More than a no -name tool ain't, no,
it ain't just where the corn grows
No, it ain't, no, it ain't,
it ain't just where the corn grows