[Verse 1] He boots it up at sundown In a cap with a coffee stain A hundred folks in the chatroom Watch him work that pixel rain He drags that plow through the screen glow Like he’s chasing down a dream In a checkerboard of green blocks He makes a living off a scheme [Pre-Chorus] Chat says, go on, cowboy Turn that dirt around One more row, one more harvest Hear that little crowd [Chorus] Plow that virtual field Plow that virtual field Make those fake rows real Make those fake rows real He’s got a whole town watching When that tractor wheel turns slow Plow that virtual field And let it grow, let it grow [Verse 2] His boots stay clean, his back ain’t bent But he leans in like it’s true Every seed in that bright black soil Feels the same to me and you He tips his hat to the good ones When the tally climbs by ten And he laughs when the game won’t listen Then he starts her up again [Pre-Chorus] Chat says, go on, cowboy Turn that dirt around One more row, one more harvest Hear that little crowd [Chorus] Plow that virtual field Plow that virtual field Make those fake rows real Make those fake rows real He’s got a whole town watching When that tractor wheel turns slow Plow that virtual field And let it grow, let it grow [Bridge] Maybe it ain’t old pasture Maybe it ain’t red clay But a man can still make a morning Out of pixelated day When the world gets small and lonely He keeps that engine true And the ones who needed something Come back just to watch him through [Chorus] Plow that virtual field Plow that virtual field Make those fake rows real Make those fake rows real He’s got a whole town watching When that tractor wheel turns slow Plow that virtual field And let it grow, let it grow
