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Flatland Farmer
Josh Abbott Band
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He's a flatland farmer that flat-picks an old guitar
Yeah, he's a flatland farmer, that flat-picks an old guitar
He don't make no money
But he can out-pick a Nashville star
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Yeah, the people come in pick-ups, they're driving in from miles around
Yeah, the people come in pick-ups, they're driving in from miles around
They just park in his front yard and they sit on his ground
And they eat fried chicken to the flatland sound, eat a little
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Well, they call mighty Nashville Music City, USA
They call God almighty Nashville Music City, USA
Ah, but get out the city, where the farmers play
You're in the real music country without them city ways
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Get with the flatland farmer that flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer that flat-picks an old guitar
And the closest you'll walk to any Music Row
Is a long dirt furrow, where the cotton grows, grow
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Get with the flatland farmer that flat-picks an old guitar
Get with the flatland farmer that flat-picks an old guitar
He don't make no money, aw
I'll tell you that boy can out sing
Out pick, out play
Out drink, out pray and out lay
Any of them Nashville stars
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