Farm Girl Songtext

I need a farm girl to get my thrill
I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
About death, dirt, lost, sex, life on the free meals*

I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl

Squattin' down
Tell me that my top soil's gone
I rather die young than pack up the farm
Squattin' down
Tell me that my beans won't grow
That my plows won't plow
And my hoes won't hoe

I've been riding on a tired horse
So sick I had to feed him by force
His eyes on my pocket And his mind on my farm
He had his hooves on my girl
And in the loft on my barn

One time it kind of made me nervous
Two times I got my magazine
Three times in the green elevator
At the co-op where we used to be seen
Four times at five in the morning
Five times it didn't matter to me
Six times you better call the preacher
She got dirt in her nails and grass in her teeth


I need a hand to bring water to my fields
I need a sham to broker my deals
I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
About death, dirt, loss, sex, life on the free meals*
death, dirt, loss, sex, life on the free meals
death, dirt, loss, sex, life on the free meals

I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl
I need a farm girl