[Verse 1] OldGuyFarms on the fence line Boots in mud by the bean rows Hat tipped low, gray beard wild Haulin' feed in the cold dawn He don't talk much, just work hard Ridge of dirt on that pickup Hands like oak, back like stone Moves that land like a thunderclap [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, he laughs at the haters Spits in the red clay One more gate, one more bale Then he stamps that ground like [Chorus] OldGuyFarms He a farmer, fother trucker OldGuyFarms Hands dirty, never buckle OldGuyFarms Field king, rough and stubborn OldGuyFarms Say it loud, he loves the hustle [Verse 2] Sun burns high on the silo Crows circlin' that corn patch He fixed the leak with a fence post Then he fed the dogs and laughed Got a radio cracklin' gospel Got a cooler full of sweet tea Told the boys, "Keep it simple" "Let the soil decide for me" [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, he laughs at the haters Spits in the red clay One more gate, one more bale Then he stamps that ground like [Chorus] OldGuyFarms He a farmer, fother trucker OldGuyFarms Hands dirty, never buckle OldGuyFarms Field king, rough and stubborn OldGuyFarms Say it loud, he loves the hustle [Outro] OldGuyFarms OldGuyFarms He a farmer, fother trucker
