Текст песни 5 Acres of Turnips - Pistol Annies
Five
acres
of
turnips
Ripe
for
the
picking
The
sweat
and
the
blood
Oughta
be
enough
To
keep
me
going
A
heart
and
a
trowel
The
will
to
keep
spinning
Faith
that′s
untamed
A
prayer
for
the
rain
So
the
rose
will
keep
growing
Don't
take
it
for
granted
(Ooh)
Reap
what
you
planted
(Ooh)
Generations
of
shame
(Ooh)
In
my
granddaddy′s
name
(Ooh)
Tear
in
the
screen
door
Lettin'
the
flies
in
The
radio's
on
The
sweetest
of
songs
But
I
know
they′re
lying
Secrets
just
simmer
(Ooh)
Momma
makes
dinner
(Ooh)
Then
we
all
gather
′round
(Ooh)
Another
hole
in
the
ground
(Ooh)
Somethin'
beautiful
comes
out
of
this
dirt
Something
better
than
him
at
his
worst
One
at
a
time
Dead
on
the
vine
Five
acres
of
turnips
Ripe
for
the
picking
The
sweat
and
the
blood
Oughta
be
enough
To
keep
me
going
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