Dirt Road Dollars (feat. Nate Kenyon)

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

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

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

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

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

'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

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

Come Saturday night, I'll take my baby out on the town

And on Sunday's church, then lay around the house

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

(Right back to makin' them dirt road dollars)