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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Local Honeys
The Local Honeys
Performer
Linda Jean Stokley
Linda Jean Stokley
Lead Vocals
Montana Hobbs
Montana Hobbs
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Linda Jean Stokley
Linda Jean Stokley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse Wells
Jesse Wells
Producer
Linda Jean Stokley
Linda Jean Stokley
Producer
Montana Hobbs
Montana Hobbs
Producer

Lyrics

My favorite horse is buried on this farm We would ride amongst the orchard rows And be scared of snakes together I was riding high From toes to crown My head held up My heels thrust down That's the way I carry myself today Throw me in the thicket when I die Let the earth reclaim my body Let the worms devour my insides It's fed me now for oh so long I'll feed it for days by gone And for all that's worth to you I'd bet the farm My daddy said he'd die up on his farm For to tie him even closer To the Lord's foreclosure His soul dispersed Along this ground Somebody hauled him Into town Still I place little tractors on his grave Throw me in the thicket when I die Let the earth reclaim my body Let the worms devour my insides It's fed me now for oh so long I'll feed it for days by gone And for all that's worth to you I'd bet the farm You don't need no flowers or epitaph To nourish the trees your babies graft The graveyard's getting overrun these days Throw me in the thicket when I die Let the earth reclaim my body Let the worms devour my insides It's fed me now for oh so long I'll feed it for days by gone And for all that's worth to you I'd bet the farm For all that's worth to you I'd bet the farm
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