Dust, dirt and mud
Taken from the land
All that we're made of
He sifts through his hand
It's where it all began
And where it all will end
Shaping this kind of man
Before the dust catches him
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Early to rise, late in the field
Payed dimes on the dollar for his yield
Nothing survives, without rain
Till it under until you sow seed again
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Nothing goes to waste
Not even time
The simple rule of the land
Is make hay while the sun shines
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Phil Spillman - Farm Boy Lyrics
Phil Spillman - Farm Boy Lyrics
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Dust, dirt and mud
Taken from the land
All that we're made of
He sifts through his hand
It's where it all began
And where it all will end
Shaping this kind of man
Before the dust catches him
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Early to rise, late in the field
Payed dimes on the dollar for his yield
Nothing survives, without rain
Till it under until you sow seed again
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Nothing goes to waste
Not even time
The simple rule of the land
Is make hay while the sun shines
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Taken from the land
All that we're made of
He sifts through his hand
It's where it all began
And where it all will end
Shaping this kind of man
Before the dust catches him
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Early to rise, late in the field
Payed dimes on the dollar for his yield
Nothing survives, without rain
Till it under until you sow seed again
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Nothing goes to waste
Not even time
The simple rule of the land
Is make hay while the sun shines
And they say, "Farm boy, farm boy"
"Tell me what do you plow"
Farm boy, farm boy
"Sir, I do what I know how
Writer: Philip Spillman
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