[Verse 1] My Mama dropped me in the dirt of a Heartland farm She was the daughter of a farmer with a shovel in her arm The snow blew sideways and the wind was mean But we stayed cozy in a way you ain't seen I’d find me a fresh pie from an old stubborn steer The Warmest damn thing in this whole atmosphere In the winter it was steaming, a warm place to sit Mama’s little angel in a heap of cow..….. grit [Chorus] Now I’m trapped in the maze of the Asphalt Jungle Where the smog is thick and the engines rumble Trading the open range for a lane on the ten Wondering if I’ll ever see a heifer again Yeah, I moved to the coast where the sun stays out But this concrete desert’s got me in a drought I’m strong and I’m tough, but I’m losing the fight To get the love of the country out of my head tonight [Verse 2] When the July sun started baking the ground Those steer pies were the best toys to be found Rock hard and aerodynamic in the breeze We’d launch 'em like frisbees through the hickory trees Then Mama told Daddy, I’ve had quite enough Of this frozen-over tundra and the farm-life stuff She packed up the wagon for the California dream Where the palms are tall and the glitter stays clean [Verse 3] Now the years have all passed and I’m getten old and grey Chasing a dollar in the So Cal way My skin’s getting wrinkled like a dried-up prune And I’m whistling a lonesome, dusty-road tune I know how it ends in this land of the fake A plot in the sidewalk is all I’m gonna take I’m destined to be buried in a box of cement While I dream of the years that I should’ve spent [Bridge] I'll give up the Beamer, for an old pick-up truck I just kind'a feel like I'm running outa luck I long for the scent, of the barn in the rain To wash off this city and stop all the pain [Chorus] 'Cause I’m trapped in the maze of the Asphalt Jungle Where the smog is thick and the engines rumble Trading open range for a lane on the ten Wondering if I’ll ever see a heifer again Yeah, I moved to the coast where the sun stays out But this concrete desert’s got me in a drought I’m strong and I’m tough, but I’m losing the fight To get the love of the country out of my head tonight [Outro] Just lay me down where the manure is thick This California concrete is making me sick Old and grey in the land of the sun Wishing my farm days had never been done… [Short Banjo solo] [Spoken] Yeah…., just bury me in the mud...
