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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cledus T. Judd
Cledus T. Judd
Performer
Trenna Barnes
Trenna Barnes
Background Vocals
Joanna Cotten
Joanna Cotten
Background Vocals
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Buffy Lawson
Buffy Lawson
Background Vocals
H.L. Voelker
H.L. Voelker
Background Vocals
Glen Duncan
Glen Duncan
Fiddle
Stephan Davenport
Stephan Davenport
Acoustic Guitar
Gary Brunette
Gary Brunette
Acoustic Guitar
Michael C. Spriggs
Michael C. Spriggs
Acoustic Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Troy Lancaster
Troy Lancaster
Electric Guitar
Howard Hall
Howard Hall
Electric Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Electric Guitar
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
Alison Prestwood
Alison Prestwood
Bass Guitar
Harrell Cook
Harrell Cook
Bass Guitar
Larry Paxton
Larry Paxton
Bass Guitar
Paul Scholton
Paul Scholton
Drums
John Singer
John Singer
Drums
Jeff Hazard
Jeff Hazard
Keyboards
Gary Smith
Gary Smith
Piano
Christopher Clark
Christopher Clark
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert "Kid Rock" Ritchie
Robert "Kid Rock" Ritchie
Composer
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Composer
John Travis
John Travis
Composer
James Trombly
James Trombly
Composer
Cledus T. Judd
Cledus T. Judd
Adapter
Christopher Clark
Christopher Clark
Adapter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cledus T. Judd
Cledus T. Judd
Producer
Christopher Clark
Christopher Clark
Producer
Mike Purcell
Mike Purcell
Editing Engineer
Rob Matson
Rob Matson
Additional Engineer
Chuck Pfaff
Chuck Pfaff
Additional Engineer
Tom Endres
Tom Endres
Additional Engineer
Tyler Smith
Tyler Smith
Assistant Engineer
J.C. Monterrosa
J.C. Monterrosa
Assistant Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Mixing Engineer
Donnie Bott
Donnie Bott
Mastering Engineer
T.W. Cargile
T.W. Cargile
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Spoken) Hand me that balloon right there Boy I used to love to do this when I was a kid Watch this Hey watch this girl Plowboy, ain't that funny, plowboy (Sounds of a horse going neigh) (Sung) (1st Verse) Well I'm a packing up my truck and I' m a head down south Where real men packa lips with dips in their mouth Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent Buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent Then I'm a Cledus T. it up and down the farm With a couple of barns a baby calf in my arms You know I hate to brag but I'll be tilling the most Run a barbwire fence from post to post Keep shells in my gun, Deer heads on my walls Live out in the sticks and wear overalls Why because I wanna Find me a home in a cow town baby Where the buffalo roam Read the farmers almanac for all the right reasons Make sure my crop is the top of next season Cledus T. is a farming freakazoid Yeah I'm heading down south sucka Because I wanna be a plowboy baby (With my upraised hat on my john deer tractor) Plowboy baby (Redman pouch for the chewing tobaccer) Plowboy baby (Sleeping at night cause I work all day) Plowboy baby (You can smell my pigs from a mile away) (2nd Verse) I bet you'll hear my rooster crowing when the day begins He goes. (Sounds of a rooster crowing) In lust for a hen Home schooling, home fries, good homemade wine Well harvest the fields (But not before its time) Plant peas, and beans, green beans and rice Haul manure from the barn to fertilize And if the price is right I'm gonna sell my hay boy And let G-E-O-R-G-I-A know why they calling me the Plowboy baby (With my truck locked down in a four wheel drive) Plowboy baby (Living like a king in a single wide) Plowboy baby (Sleeping at night and bushhoging all day) Plowboy baby (Thank god for Willie Nelson and Farm Aid) (3rd Verse) YEAH... Cledus T. you can call me a hick The only woman for me is a Dixie Chick I got two billy goats week 'fore last Till my snapper gets fixed They'll be cuttin' my grass Back hoeing, scare crowing, shoeing my horse You know a horse is a horse (Of Course, Of Course) Screws up the spread gotta make it look right I gonna paint my barn red and paint my fence white UH! Find dayus, calm and toe tomatoes Irrigate some ground for my sweet potatoes Drink wine makers, storm like Quakers Got no love for you vegetable haters How I'm gonna buy my seed Sell my soul to the seed and feed My dog is green just like my hay bail Ain't no chickens in my yard keep em all in my trailer Dog named old yeller cut through a stick I'd slop my hog but I (Already feed it) I'm picking off ticks, scratching poison oak But I keep on sucking thanks to calamine lotion (Plowboy) Got a 4230 with my diesal whining (Plowboy) Spend all my time on a big combine (Plowboy) Praying at night it'll rain some day (Plowboy) You can smell my pigs from a mile away (Plowboy) Got my crop laid out and the sunshine shining (Plowboy) Got an old tin steel with my moonshine shining (Plowboy) You can smell my swine
Writer(s): R.j. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, John A. Travis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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