Print

Don't mind me, I mean no harmI'm just trying to save my papa's farmThe bank came out and chained the gates'Cause Papa can't handle them interest ratesWell, my mama cried, my grandma criedGrandpa would've cried, but he done diedBut he left a bag with a note on the sideIt read, "Plant these seeds and watch them rise."Don't mind me, I mean no harmI'm just trying to save my papa's farmThe bank came out and chained the gates'Cause Papa can't handle them interest ratesWell, my mama cried, my grandma criedGrandpa would've cried, but he done diedBut he left a bag with a note on the sideIt read, "Plant these seeds and watch them rise."You say you want it, you say you need it Pick it up on SaturdayMan, I hope they don't legalize itI make more cake when I got to hide itWe get low, go row by rowSongtextePut the Hank on, then we do-si-doMama said, "Boy, you going straight to hell"'Til I brought the cash back and she said, "Damn, that sells"Well, I had the farm paid in 23 daysNow it's time to raise some caneCall my cowgirls, get 'em outThat's how we do it in the Dirty SouthWell, my mama cried, my grandma criedGrandpa would've cried, but he done diedBut he left a bag with a note on the sideIt read, "Plant these seeds and watch them rise."You say you want it, you say you need it, babePick it up on SaturdaySo all my cowgirls around the worldPut your hands up and start to swirlHit them hips when you get 180Shake them grits, let's make some gravy Aus Songtexte Mania