Pasture

When you're canning peaches and creaming corn
Time just flies faster when your baby born
When you’re plucking gray hairs out of your head
Time to get a bottle of this diet red

The pasture is waiting
From here it lurks good and green
And the pasture is waiting
Just a rusty barbed wire fence away

Go wash your hands, it's time to eat
Now I'm in the kitchen in my slipper feet
Thought of some chicken, don’t ask for steak
The smell of it cooking is more than I can take

The pasture is waiting
From here it lurks good and green
And the pasture is waiting
Just a rusty barbed wire fence away

I'll be flipping my tail, high up it flies
You might just see your daughter in my lazy eyes
And I won't wait, but I'll surely try
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The pasture is waiting
From here it lurks good and green
And the pasture is waiting
Just a rusty barbed wire fence away