Farm Life
wakeing up at three
cant you just let me be
muddy days
hot hot days
ah the suns rays
milking cows theres a bull in the line
a um cant think of a ryhme
oh whats the time
its almost half past three
you see my friends
its not easy
now its time for me to go
how much you wanna bet
that the suns about to set
Copyright © Jade Rogers | Year Posted 2017
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