Intro guitar play

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Verse 1

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He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen
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And I can’t say that I know being that poor really means
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He wouldn’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
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But he was just as smart as anyone to me



Verse 2 (same as the other verses, without 'intro'-ending)
 
The first thing I remember till the day I moved away
Up at every morning I don’t believe he missed a day
It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard
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He'd put me on the tractor and let me drive into the barn


[Chorus]
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Plow or planter, rake or baler, they were all the same to me
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When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be
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I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play
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In my imagination I was really making hay


I graduated high-school just before I turned eighteen
Two years into college when I had a change of dreams
I’d wear a damned old necktie like those city fellows do
And move out in the suburbs like a million other fools

I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be
The day that we were married he stood right there next to me
I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place
He never said a word but it was written on his face

[Chorus]
I couldn’t read the signs that she was falling out of love
Lonely turned to lonelier till she finally had enough
So I packed up my suits and ties and gave them all away
And headed for the country just in time for making hay

[Outro]
No I won’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
'Cause I was born a farmer and that’s all I’ll ever be