Текст песни I'm Gonna Farm You Off My Mind - Dave Loggins

Well, now goodbye (Goodbye), big city
I'll sure be glad to get out
I'm gonna plant my roots in rural America
And change my street to a mailing route
A bib overhaul, an office for a stall
A dollar for a dime
I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow
And farm you off of my mind
Play it, Randy
Yes, and goodbye (Goodbye), pretty mama
I've had your liberation up to my knees
It's almost as bad as your price for pleasure
That you got on New York's 42nd Street
But diamonds and furs and fancy hors d'oeuvres
Never fit my style
I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow
And farm you off of my mind
Play it, Ben
Yes, and goodbye (Goodbye), cruel world
I'll see you on the six o'clock news
Yes, I know it's always bad
But you're always good for a story or two
They tell me you're dying, I don't know
But you're sure unkind
I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow
And farm you off of my mind
I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow), a sow and a cow
And farm you off of my mind
I'm gonna get me a plow (Get me a plow)
And farm you off of my mind