Pickle jars in your neck
Of the woods are good
We won't mind if the
Dirty whiskey gets warm
Out in the country farms
Our biscuits are buttered
Bacon and eggs at breakfast
Hot cup of coffee at sunrise
Splashing trucks in the mud
Climbing trees in the summer
Swimming in the cold lake
Looking for mysterious monsters
Settle down quiet in the evening
Time to rest and do it again tomorrow
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