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letra de old farmer - jason dea west

[chorus]
old farmer down the road from me
he’s been workin’ most his life
well, he spends all day just a-bailin’ hay
then he goes to bed late at night
says, “it don’t pay to yap too much about the things that you plan to do”
a lot of people in this town spinnin’ all around, but they haven’t got a clue
well, the summer was hot and the fires burned
it swept out most of the west
now isn’t it funny how one’s color turns when they’re bein’ put to the test?
i’m way out here on the oregon trail, i got the wildfire smoke in my chеst
i’ve grown desperatе now just to find a home, lord knows that i’m doin’ my best
lord knows that i’m doin’ my best

[verse 1]
there’s a logger that i sometimes see
when i waste my time at the bar
he says, “ya know that barn up on cedar flat?
it was built by my old grandpar”
and there used to be a schoolhouse there
it was painted black and blue
but it all burnt down with the rest of this town back in 1892
it was 1892

[instrumental break]
[verse 2]
there’s a woman that i sometimes see
i’ll call her betty lou
i said, “you don’t really want me, betty
the way that you think you do”
well, i’ve always had a troubled mind
and for patience, i few
no, you don’t really want me, betty
the way that you think you do
not the way that you think you do

[verse 3]
old farmer one time said to me
for friends, i’ve had my fill
i’ve got no use for gold or money
and there ain’t much time to k!ll
i’ve milked the cow, i’ve pulled the plow
and i’ve worked the old sawmill
i’ve got no use for gold or money
got you in my will
yes, i must keep workin’ still

[instrumental break]

[chorus]
old farmer down the road from me
he’s been workin’ most his life
he spends all day just a-bailin’ hay, then he goes to bed late at night
he says, “it don’t pay to yap too much about the things that you plan to do”
a lot of people in town spinnin’ all around, but they haven’t got a clue
well, the summer was hot and the fires burned
it swept out most of the west
now isn’t it funny how one’s color turns when they’re being put to the test?
i’m way out here on the oregon trail, i got the wildfire smoke in my chest
i’ve grown desperate now just to find a home, lord knows that i’m doing my best
lord knows that i’m doin’ my best

- jason dea west

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