Besedila: Ray Scott. Plowboy.

There?s a lot of small towns in this world
Just like the one that I came from
Where any dream you have is just a dream
It ain?t nothin? that can truly be done

Well, I?m gonna tell y'all a little story
About the day I set out to leave
As I was loadin? up and sayin? my goodbyes
Some redneck Einstein said to me

Well, I see ya packed up your suitcase
And I seen ya throw it in the truck
Headed off to the big town, are ya?
Well, son I wish ya luck

Now I don?t mean to bust your bubble
But boy the way you?re thinking?s wrong
Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours
You?ll be back before too long

'Cause you a plowboy
You ain?t no city boy
Yeah, you were born with dirty hands

Yeah, you a plowboy
And you?re thinking silly, boy
Just tryin? to make ya understand

What you better do is, put them over-alls back on
Go on out and fix that old barn door
Keep your far fetched fantasies to yourself
Go fetch a load of feed, down at the country store

Better yet, go on, have at it
Go see how high you can fly
But you best be back when that green leaf comes in, boy
We?re gonna need your help come July

?Cause you a plowboy
You ain?t no city boy
Yeah, you were born with dirty hands

Yeah, you a plowboy
And you?re thinking silly, boy
Just tryin? to make ya understand

Well, now here I am, a few years later
Come a long way from that old farm
I?ve got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pump
Got a genuine Rolex on my arm

Well, I?d like to ask him what the taste of crow is like
An? see him face the fact that he was wrong
Ya see, I always knew where I was headed
But I never forgot where I was from

Yeah I?m a plowboy
I ain?t no city boy
Oh, I was born with dirty hands

Look at me now, boy
Sure is a pity, boy
I couldn?t make ya understand

Go milk that cow, boy
And that wood needs splittin?, boy
And you best get back to balin? hay

Yeah, I?m a plowboy
Well, now look who?s silly, boy
From now on, be careful what you say

Ya hear
Yeah, yeah