Hay
You gotta ride your John Deere, boy
With a burned out cigarette
Smoking diesel every day
Drinking jack and beer instead
Water's for the workers
Booze is for the beasts
Fire up that moonshine crate and get out of your seats
And when you get in the sun
You are hauling hay
And when you are done with love
You start hauling hay
Hay
If your feeling lucky son, then get up off your ass
Think of all the girls you had and you start cutting grass
And when you get in the sun
You are hauling hay
And when you are done with love
You start hauling hay
And when you get in the sun
You are hauling hay
And when you are done with love
You start hauling hay
