Thereâs 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 ainât nothinâ that can truly be done
Well Iâm gonna tell yall a little story,
About the day I set out to leave,
As I was loadinâ up and sayinâ 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?
Heh, well, son I wish ya luck.
Now I donât mean to bust your bubble,
But boy the way youâre thinkingâs wrong
Go on out and chase that foolish dream of yours
Heh, youâll be back before too long.
âCause You a plowboy
You ainât no city boy
Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
Yeah, you a plowboy
Youâre thinking silly boy
Just tryinâ 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,
And 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 back in, boy,
Weâre gonna need your help come July
âCause You a plowboy
You ainât no city boy
Yeah, you were born with dirty hands
Yeah, you a plowboy
Youâre thinking silly boy
Just tryinâ to make ya understand
Well now here I am a few years later,
Iâve come a long way from that old farm,
Iâve got stocks and bonds and a house with a cement pump,
Got a genuine Rolex on my arm,
Well Iâd like to ask him what the taste of crow is like,
Anâ 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 Iâm a plowboy
I ainât no city boy
Oh, I was born with dirty hands
Look at me now, boy
Sure is a pity, boy
I couldnât make ya understand
Go milk that cow, boy
And that wood needs splittinâ, boy
And you best get back to balinâ hay
Yeah Iâm a plow boy
Well now look whoâs silly, boy
From now on, be careful what you say
Ya hear
Yeah, yeah.
