Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock markets down again
All about who's who, who's got what
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah their American dream
It's all about the green
Over where I come from
It's a little different son
It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
No, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes everyday lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..
Hangin’ in the woods with an ole' bird dog
Us boys ’round here wear it every fall from head to toe
Yeah, that’s the way we roll
And some put it on with the gun in their hands
And wear it each day, fightin’ for this land
Like my daddy did. That was back in ’66
It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
No, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..
Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN
That stock markets down again
All about who's who, who's got what
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah their American dream
It's all about the green
Over where I come from
It's a little different son
It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
No, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes everyday lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..
Hangin’ in the woods with an ole' bird dog
Us boys ’round here wear it every fall from head to toe
Yeah, that’s the way we roll
And some put it on with the gun in their hands
And wear it each day, fightin’ for this land
Like my daddy did. That was back in ’66
It’s the color of the tractor in my barn
A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got
No, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me
Yeah, that’s my shades of green..
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