STATE FAIR
STATE FAIR
HATS OFF TO THE FARMERS, THEY’RE THE GLUE THAT HOLDS THIS COUNTRY TOGETHER.
THEY’RE THE ONES PUTTING FOOD ON THE TABLE COME CLIMATE CHANGE OR WHATEVER.
THEY USED TO SAY THAT THE POSTMAN DELIVERED COME RAIN OR SLEET OR SNOW.
NOWADAYS, IT’S THE FARMER WHO FIGHTS THE WEATHER JUST TO SEE HIS CROPS GROW.
THESE MEN ARE A PRIME EXAMPLE OF OLD SCHOOL TRUE GRIT. IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT BEFALLS THEM, THEY DON’T KNOW HOW TO QUIT.
COME GOOD TIMES OR BAD TIMES, IT’S ALL ABOUT THIER LAND. THEY KNOW THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS THEY’RE IN GODS’ HANDS.
I WANT TO GO TO THE STATE FAIR WHERE PORKY PIG IS THE STAR. I WANT TO EAT TURKEY LEGS AND DRINK MILK AT THE DAIRY BAR. SEE ALL THE PROUD FARM KIDS SHOWING OFF THIER RABBITS AND GOATS. WATCH THE DOG SHOWS AND TAKE A RIDE ON THE BOATS. IT’S A REFRESHING REMEMBRANCE OF A SIMPLER TIME AND PLACE. WHERE PEOPLE STOPPED TO SMELL THE ROSES AND THEY MOVED AT A SENSIBLE PACE.
GROWING CROPS FOR A LIVING, NOW THAT’S A REAL LESSON IN REALITY. YOUR HEART IS BONDED TO MOTHER NATURE AND YOUR SOUL IS REALLY FREE.
THE CHILDREN ALL HAVE THIER FEET PLANTED FIRMLY ON THE GROUND. THEY LEARN EARLY THAT IT’S GOD AND NATURE WHERE TRUE PEACE IS REALLY FOUND.
TODAYS’ URBAN LIFE IS BASED ON SOCIAL MEDIA AND THINGS THAT JUST AREN’T REAL LIFE IN THE COUNTRY IS ALL ABOUT NATURES’ PLAN AND KEEPING AN EVEN KEEL.
WHEN GOD IS IN YOUR LIFE AND THE LAND IS IN YOUR SOUL, YOU’RE HAPPIER THAN A KINDERGARDENER EATING A JELLY ROLL.
I WANT TO GO TO THE STATE FAIR WHERE PORKY PIG IS THE STAR. I WANT TO EAT TURKEY LEGS AND DRINK MILK AT THE DAIRY BAR. SEE ALL THE PROUD FARM KIDS SHOWING OFF THIER RABBITS AND GOATS. WATCH THE DOG SHOWS AND TAKE A RIDE ON THE BOATS. IT’S A REFRESHING REMEMBRANCE OF A SIMPLER TIME AND PLACE. WHERE PEOPLE STOPPED TO SMELL THE ROSES AND THEY MOVED AT A SENSIBLE PACE.
THIS IS GODS’ COUNTRY, MOUNTAIN STREAMS AND LAKES. I’M GOING TO MAKE IT WORK HERE, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES.
I’M GONNA GROW MYSELF A TEN ACRE GARDEN AND MAYBE SOME ANIMALS TOO. FORGET ALL ABOUT THE CITY LIFE AND START MY LIFE ANEW.
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, IF THAT’S TRUE MY HOME IS ON THIS FARM. I LEFT FOR THE CITY TWICE BUT I’M GONNA STAY, THE THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM.
I’M GOING TO THE FAIR AND I’M GOING TO ENTER MY PET RABBIT. HIS NAME IS BUGS AND HE’LL HAVE JUDGE FUDD SAYING DANG NABBIT.
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