Hayday

Intro:
My daddy was a green thumb; the hot sun turned his collar faded blue
He drove an old green tractor in a circle every summer just to keep a red-born fool
And when the days got longer towards the end of May. You'd pick up the landline call up the neighbors on all the farms around and say:

Pre-chorus:
Hey meet us at the barn for the break of the day, grab a grease gun and your Copenhagen, we bow our heads may the forecast stay the same lord

Chorus:
Cause hey, weather looks like couplе days no rain. Couple holler boys 'bout to earn thеir pay. [Guess] where the green grass grows, raking up double-wind rows for days
When there's a wheel there's a way, between the John Deere and the case IH, we drag a cutter and a kicker and a rake. Back in the hayday, way back in the hayday, back in the hayday

Verse 1:
Hay hands stack in a wagon it's to the back of my daddy's old Chevrolet. Yeah, farm use spelled out in big letters down the side in blue duck tape
Yeah my city friend, he used to throw some shade, but I saved his ass in a bar-fight and he asked me hillbilly how'd you get them forearm veins and I said:

Pre-chorus:
Hey meet us at the barn for the break of the day, grab a grease gun and your Copenhagen, we bow our heads may the forecast stay the same lord

Chorus:
Cause hey, weather looks like couple days no rain. Couple holler boys 'bout to earn their pay. [Guess] where the green grass grows, raking up double-wind rows for days
When there's a wheel there's a way, between the John Deere and the case IH, we drag a cutter and a kicker and a rake. Back in the hayday, way back in the hayday, back in the hayday

(Guitar solo)

Pre-Chorus
Hey meet us at the barn for the break of the day, grab a grease gun and your Copenhagen, we pray the lord may the forecast stay the same

Chorus:
Cause hey, weather looks like couple days no rain. Couple holler boys 'bout to earn their pay. [Guess] where the green grass grows, raking up double-wind rows for days
When there's a wheel there's a way, between the John Deere and the case IH, we drag a cutter and a kicker and a rake. Back in the hayday, way back in the hayday

Outro:
My daddy was a green thumb; the hot sun turned his collar faded blue
He drove an old green tractor in a circle every summer just to keep a red-born fool