LYRICS
VERSE 1
This ain’t your daddy’s kind of, old fashioned country song/
Where almost everything you do, probably will go wrong/
My kids are all now privileged, they’re in college unlike me/
They’ll now decide to farm or not, since time tells all, we’ll see/
VERSE 2
In between us making love, my wife now cooks and cleans/
The best damm dog a man can have, now fetches my Jim Beam/
I played the lotto just before, my old John Deer broke down/
And now this farmer owns the bank, in country bumpkin town/
CHORUS
If not for good luck, I’d have none at all/
Just sent my wife, spree shopping at the mall/
These twin Ferraris, that we’re drivin’ ‘round/
Turn lots of heads, in bumpkin town/
VERSE 3
Mortgages are now paid off, for farmers in this town/
New dually F-350’s,
they’re all seen drivin’ ‘round/
Plus town folk’s debts are gone, I paid them all off too/
Thanks to mega millions, it made this all come true/
CHORUS
If not for good luck, I’d have none at all/
Just sent my wife, spree shopping at the mall/
These twin Ferrari’s that we’re drivin’ ‘round/
Turn lots of heads, in bumpkin town/
VERSE 4
Even though I’ve done all this, I’m still a rich man now/
But you’ll still see me on my farm, as I sow and plow/
For had I not been farming, in this town, I wouldn’t be free/
It’s payback time for all good folks, the ones that all helped me/
CHORUS
If not for good luck, I’d have none at all/
Just sent my wife, spree shopping at the mall/
These twin Ferraris, that we’re drivin round/
Turn lots of heads, in bumpkin town/
OUTRO
Next week I’ll drive, the Lambo down/
And spin some donuts, all around
and around and around/
All around town/
Yeehaw/
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