Top Songs By The Lacs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Kenyon
Vocals
Brian "Rooster" King
Vocals
Clay Sharpe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Kenyon
Songwriter
Clay Sharpe
Songwriter
Brian "Rooster" King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wess Nyle
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Monday morning rooster, cock-a-doodle-doo clock
Squawkin' on the nightstand, slappin' the alarm off
Stumble to the pot, got coffee on the stovetop
Button up the blue collar, time to make the boots walk
Out the front door
Yeah, sun ain't even up yet, sonny
But we sure are, yeah
'Cause time is money, and we makin' them
[Verse 2]
Dirt road dollars
Way out yonder, out in them hollers
Doin' it like our fathers
Pull up on them tractors, out in them pastures
Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty four karat gold cornrows
Lunch break, buy a couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Verse 3]
He can peel and shuck stack, dig and till and swing that
Hammer at the two by, forty hours, well past
Rakin' in the green cash, stackin' up the haystacks
Red clay paid, 'cause we ain't afraid to break backs
Or a good sweat, nah
The sun ain't gone down yet, sonny
So we ain't done yet, hell nah
'Cause time is money, and we makin' them
[Verse 4]
Dirt road dollars
Way out yonder, out in them hollers
Doin' it like our fathers
Pull up on them tractors, out in them pastures
Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty four karat gold cornrows
Lunch break, buy a couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Verse 5]
I'll be up in there to buy your first break
I'll be worth the whole day, I ain't into role play
Catch me in the roll cage, chillin', just a-chewin' up that black dirt
Plowin', plantin', croppin', I ain't stoppin' till my ass hurts
Silver queen shuckin' with the farm all truckin'
With them ace fifty fives, boy, y'all ain't seen nothin'
I'll be gettin' with the pickin' nearly all day
Doin' it all the way, croppin' till we all paid, hey
[Verse 6]
'Nother long, hard road till the next one starts
But you don't wanna know what the tractor parts cost
I can get you up a figure for a rig and a plow
I got some heifers in the back, but I don't say, "Holy cow"
Man, that old Ferguson burnin' about two-fifty a gallon
I'm out here churnin' up dirt and I'm workin' turnin' the plow and
You dig? Probably do it on your own time
I keep a younger supper comin' down the lunch line
[Verse 7]
And we makin' them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder, out in them hollers
Doin' it like our fathers
Pull up on them tractors, out in them pastures
Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty four karat gold cornrows
Lunch break, buy a couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
[Verse 8]
Come Saturday night, I'll take my baby out on the town
And on Sunday's church, then lay around the house
[Verse 9]
And we makin' them dirt road dollars
Way out yonder, out in them hollers
Doin' it like our fathers
Pull up on them tractors, out in them pastures
Makin' it rain like water, farm boy dough
Twenty four karat gold cornrows
Lunch break, buy a couple sweet tea swallers
Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars
Written by: Dirt Rock Empire