V1)
We've got a hundred acres with a house in the middle
Work them fields til the sun lays down
Sometimes the Lord lets us rest just a little
Can't sow seeds when there's water on the ground
Chorus:
Come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Mama's got cakes and eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow
Oh, rains comin' down
Oh, too wet to plow
Just up the road lives a gal named Trudy
Plays that banjo claw hammer style
She fell in love with my uncle Rudy
He picks his guitar and drives her wild
Ole Sam Stone lives high on the mountain
Got six kids that'll dance round and round
Tonight we're gonna have us a pickin' and a shoutin'
Ain't missin' nothin' if we don't go to town
Chorus
Carolina Blue - Too Wet to Plow Lyrics
Carolina Blue - Too Wet to Plow Lyrics
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V1)
We've got a hundred acres with a house in the middle
Work them fields til the sun lays down
Sometimes the Lord lets us rest just a little
Can't sow seeds when there's water on the ground
Chorus:
Come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Mama's got cakes and eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow
Oh, rains comin' down
Oh, too wet to plow
Just up the road lives a gal named Trudy
Plays that banjo claw hammer style
She fell in love with my uncle Rudy
He picks his guitar and drives her wild
Ole Sam Stone lives high on the mountain
Got six kids that'll dance round and round
Tonight we're gonna have us a pickin' and a shoutin'
Ain't missin' nothin' if we don't go to town
Chorus
We've got a hundred acres with a house in the middle
Work them fields til the sun lays down
Sometimes the Lord lets us rest just a little
Can't sow seeds when there's water on the ground
Chorus:
Come on boys, get down them fiddles
Can't make hay with the rain comin' down
Mama's got cakes and eggs on the griddle
Put away the mule boys, it's too wet to plow
Oh, rains comin' down
Oh, too wet to plow
Just up the road lives a gal named Trudy
Plays that banjo claw hammer style
She fell in love with my uncle Rudy
He picks his guitar and drives her wild
Ole Sam Stone lives high on the mountain
Got six kids that'll dance round and round
Tonight we're gonna have us a pickin' and a shoutin'
Ain't missin' nothin' if we don't go to town
Chorus
Writer: DAVID STEWART
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC