A Man Who's Never Plowed

He’s got a John Deere Tractor, but it’s for mowing grass,
Around his picket fence, and his house of glass.
There’s no dirt under his fingernails.
Cause all the work is done by the help.
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He’s never tasted dirt; he’s never prayed for rain.
Never bet the farm on a crop that didn’t make.
He’s never wiped the sweat off of his brow.
You better hold onto your horses,
You’re dealing with a man who’s never plowed.
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He gets his faded jeans off a mall store rack.
The only crop he’s raised grew in a driveway crack.
He’s got a four-wheel drive that’s never left the road.
‘Cause he’s never been where the cornstalks grow.
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