Dirt Road Dollars

Monday morning rooster, cock a doodle doo
Clock squaking on the night stand
Slapping the the alarm off
Stumble to the pot, got coffee on the stove top
Button up the blue collar, time to make the boots walk
Out the front door
Yeah, sun ain't even up yet Sonny
But we sure are yeah, 'cause time is money

And we making them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder, out in them hollers
Doing it like our fathers
Up on them tractors out in them pastures
Making it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty-four carat gold corn rows
Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to making them dirt road dollars

Aching, peeling, shuck stacks
Digging, tilling, swing that
Hammer at the two-by
Forty hours well passed
Racking in the grain cash
Stacking up the hay stacks
Red clay paid 'cause we ain't afraid to break backs
Or a good sweat
Nah, sun ain't gone down yet Sonny
So we ain't done yet
Hell nah, 'cause time is money

And we making them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder out in them hollers
Doing it like our fathers
Up on them tractors out in them pastures
Making it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty-four carat gold corn rows
Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to making them dirt road dollars

Yeah, uh-huh
I be up and at it by your first break
I be work the whole day
I ain't into role play
Catch me in the role cage chilling just a chewing up that black dirt
Plowing, planting, cropping I ain't stopping 'til my ass hurt
Silver queens shucking with the farm all trucking
With them ace 55s boy, y'all ain't seen nothing
I be getting with the picking nearly all day
Doing it all the way cropping 'til we all pay, hey
There's a long hard road 'til the next one starts
Buddy you don't wanna know what the tractor parts cost
I can get you up a figure for a rig and plow
I got some heifers in the back but I don't sell holy cows
Man that old Ferguson burning about 2.50 a gallon
My head churning up dirt and I'm up turning to plowing, you dig?
Probably do but on your own time
I keep the young-in's supper coming down the lunch line

And we making them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder out in them hollers
Doing it like our fathers
Up on them tractors out in them pastures
Making it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty-four carat gold corn rows
Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to making them dirt road dollars

Come Saturday night I take my baby out on the town
And on Sunday it's church, then lay around the house

And we making them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder out in them hollers
Doing it like our fathers (Like our fathers)
Up on them tractors out in them pastures
Making it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty-four carat gold corn rows
Lunch break bite, couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to making them dirt road dollars