Farmer's Daughter

Lyrics

Farmer's Daughter

Sun’s dippin’ down like a fishing lure
Cruisin’ in the country where the air is pure
I’m pulling up slow in a beat-up Ford
She’s hoppin’ in saying, “Thank the Lord!”
She’s got those cutoffs on and a tan-line smile
Saying, “Hey baby, let’s drive a while…”
Don’t need a map, don’t need a plan
Just a touch of her hand and the night just began

The preacher’s still talkin’ ‘bout the promised land
But I got a little piece of it holdin’ my hand
Yeah we’re lockin’ it in, we’re shiftin’ it down
Leavin’ the lights of this sleepy-eyed town

     Seminole Wind over muddy water
     Ridin’ with a Wild One, the farmer’s daughter
     Under that big bright Neon Moon
     Blasting Chattahoochee to a backbeat boom
     Friends in Low Places raising ’em high
     Baby Likes to Rock It shaking the sky
     Young, dumb, a little Dust On the Bottle
     Time Marches On, no throttle

Check the rearview, yeah the dust is high
Like a Georgia storm in the July sky
She’s got her boots on the dash, singin’ every word
Prettiest harmony I ever heard
We’re crankin’ up the radio, yeah we’re ready to go
Taking it fast while we’re living it slow
Ain’t nothing changed since ’94
‘cept the speakers hit a little bit more

The preacher’s still talking ‘bout the promised land
But I got a little piece of it on her left hand
Yeah we’re lockin’ it in, we’re shiftin’ it down
Still the talk of this sleepy-eyed town

     Repeat Chorus

We killed the engine by the riverside
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
She’s tasting sweeter than muscadine wine
Yeah, I’m gonna love her for a long, long time
Radio hummin’ low, holdin’ us tight
She’s leanin’ on me, feels so right
Yeah, the static is fuzzy, but the feeling is clear
It’s always a Friday night when we’re out here

     Repeat Chorus

Writer: J. Ryan Johnson (BMI)
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