Farmyard Blues (Yodel)

"Gosh darnit... look at this place. The wife left, the truck smells like ten tons of fresh manure, and it’s a hundred and five degrees out here. I’m completely on my own in this empty house... Aw, heck... hit it, boys." Yodell-ay-ee-tee! Yodell-ay-ee-tee! Oh, it hurts so bad, baby! I woke up this morning, looked into my shattered mirror My truck won't start and the bank is getting nearer I thought about my heart and how it’s broken in two Ever since my girl packed up and left for someone new I miss you, baby, yeah it’s a crying shame Nothing left out here but the crying rain! Because it’s not that fun on the farm in the blazing sun! No, it’s sweat and flies till the day is done! And let me tell you, friend, to be completely fair Not every country girl looks like Daisy Duke out there! My old pick-up truck is rusted, beat up and old And it stinks like the manure that I’ve always hauled! Yodell-ay-ee! Yodell-ay-ee-tee-hoo-hoo! I need some love, but I’ve only got my chores Cleaning out the stables on my knees upon the floors The blazing heat is baking my poor country skin While the rooster is laughing at the mess I am in I looked at your picture, then I stepped in a pile Oh, baby, baby, I haven’t smiled in a while! Because it’s not that fun on the farm in the blazing sun! No, it’s sweat and flies till the day is done! And let me tell you, friend, to be completely fair Not every country girl looks like Daisy Duke out there! My old pick-up truck is rusted, beat up and old And it stinks like the manure that I’ve always hauled! So I went to the kitchen to drown out my fear Diving deep into the whiskey, chasing it with beer Whiskey and beer, oh they’re my only friends tonight But they don’t hug me back when I turn out the light I’m sitting in my home, just a-weeping in my cup Even my tractor engine has completely given up! Because it’s not that fun on the farm in the blazing sun! No, it’s sweat and flies till the day is done! And let me tell you, friend, to be completely fair Not every country girl looks like Daisy Duke out there! My old pick-up truck is rusted, beat up and old And it stinks like the manure that I’ve always hauled! Now the sun is finally setting on this awful day My boots are full of mud and my hair is turning gray I’ve got no girl, no love, just a stinky old truck Just a country boy out of money and out of luck So listen to my story, and listen to my cry As I jodel to the moon up in the lonely sky! you reek of old compost and scream 'Look at my big truck!' While the only attractive girl in miles roll with her eyes and yells 'What a schmuck'… So get used to being single till the days you grow old... While you whisper sweet nothings to the sheep in your fold. Nothing left but whiskey and beer... And this smell of manure... Yodell-ay-ee-teeeeee-hoooo-oooo-huuuu!