[Verse] Well, they rolled into town in big ol' tanks, Red flags flyin' high, oh what a prank, Thought they'd take our fields, our corn, and our beans, But turns out they ain't that mean. [Verse 2] They said, "We need farmers, mighty and proud, Put down your iPhones, quit tweetin’ so loud, Three hours is all you get on that screen, You’ll be workin' hard but your mind stays clean." [Chorus] It's the Invasion Blues, but don't ya fret, No time for luxuries or internet. Their communism's conservative, I swear it's true, Just workin' the land, like we used to do. [Verse 3] They don't need no Teslas or fancy wine, Just a worn-out tractor to ride the line, With dirt on our hands and sweat on our brows, We'll grow those crops, no need for vows. [Verse 4] Now their ways are strict, but we've seen worse, Workin' these fields, ain't no curse, We still mold the clay, and plow the sod, Livin' simple, thankin' God. [Chorus] It's the Invasion Blues, but don't ya fret, No time for luxuries or internet. Their communism's conservative, I swear it's true, Just workin' the land, like we used to do.
