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Flatland Farmer by Terry Allenالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Flatland Farmer by Terry Allen

     

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He's a flatland farmer
Who flat picks and old guitar
Yeah he's a flatland farmer
He flat picks and old guitar
He don't make no money
But he can out-pick them Nashville stars
Yeah the people come in pick-ups
They travel in from miles around
Ah the people come in pick-ups
They travel in from miles around
Yeah they park in his front yard...sit on his ground
An they eat fried chicken to that flatland sound

Eat a little,
Well they call mighty Nashville
Music City U-S-A
Yeah they call that god-all-mighty Nashville
Music City U-S-A
Ah but get out of the city to where the farmer plays
An you're into real music country without them city ways
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat picks an old guitar
An closest you'll want to any Music Row
Is a long dirt furrow where cotton grows
Grow,
Get with the flatland farmer
Who flat picks an old guitar
Yeah, get with the flatland farmer
Who flat picks an old guitar
He don't make no money aw
But I'll tell, that boy can

Out sing
Out pick
Out play
Out drink
Out pray, and out lay
Any of them Nashville stars

Writer : TERRY ALLEN
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