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Luke Bryan - Farm Tour: Here's To The Farmer Album Lyrics



Luke Bryan - Farm Tour: Here's To The Farmer Lyrics






I Do All My Dreamin There

You know I got me a spot somewhere
Come on

There's a little place down the old road
Nobody but me and the whole world knows
Been going there ever since I was a kid
On my red dirt bike, and my blue texan
Spend a lot long summer nights
With the hood out in the satellites
Ain't the kind of place that I ever shared
But come on with me, and let me take you where

I do my barber sinking
Peanut butter sandwich eatin'
Watching the world go by
Where I've done some beer crackin'
Crying, praying, laughin'
Just talking to the man in the sky
Baby, jump on in
There's a huckleberry limb
We can leave our cut offs and our cares
Who knows what can happen
When the summer's sweet jasmine in the air
I do all my dreamin' there!

There's a big oak on the other side
Where I took my grandpa's pocket knife
And I carved their names with tears in my eyes
When we join grandma, and the by and by
Got them right here in the dashboard box
Tip broke off and the blade don't lock
But I'd better carve our names just fine
If you wanna come along with me next time

I do my barber sinking
Peanut butter sandwich eatin'
Watching the world go by
Where I've done some beer crackin'
Crying, praying, laughin'
Just talking to the man in the sky
Baby, jump on in
There's a huckleberry limb
We can leave our cut offs and our cares
Who knows what can happen
With the summer's sweet jasmine in the air
I do all my dreamin' there!

Yeah, I done some barber sinking
Peanut butter sandwich eatin'
Watching the world go by
Where I've done some beer crackin'
Crying, praying, laughin'
Just talking to the big man in the sky

Baby, jump on in, there's a huckleberry limb
We can leave our cut offs and our cares
Who knows what can happen
With the summer's sweet jasmine in the air
I do all my dreamin' there!

Right there, ha ha ha!
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Writer: Craig Wiseman, James E. McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Heres To The Farmer

Talk about an uphill battle
2000 acres of beans and cattle
But he don't ever get rattled
He just goes 'til the sun goes down
Hydraulic fluid on his jeans
Red dye diesel and ten rows between
A cold one on the porch and a good nights of sleep
Y'all hold 'em up with me now

Here's to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring
That turn from green to that harvest honey
Hold one up for the banker downtown
That got him on his feet with handshake money
Here's to the farmer's wife
That loves him every night
Raising a son, raising a daughter
They gather 'round the table, send it up to the Father
Somehow they get closer when times get harder
Here's to the farmer

Subdivision's creeping on in
Neighborhood kids keep jumping his fence
He could double his money
But that'd be the end of a promise he'll never break
Cause he looked his daddy in the eye
And he's got that stubborn pride
He'll be here 'til the day he dies
No, he wouldn't have it any other way

Here's to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring
That turn from green to that harvest honey
Hold one up for the banker downtown
That got him on his feet with handshake money
Here's to the farmer's wife
That loves him every night
Raising a son, raising a daughter
They gather 'round the table, send it up to the Father
Somehow they get closer when times get harder
Here's to the farmer

Yeah, here's to the farmer that loves his day in the sun
Won't sell that old half-ton
Nobody knows better 'bout a hard-earned dollar
Just tell him how far he's gotta go and he'll go further
Here's to the farmer
Here's to the farmer
Thank you, boys
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Writer: LUKE BRYAN, MICHAEL CARTER, CHASE MCGILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Love Me In A Field

Don't need a hotel or a high rise
A big old bunk bed a fancy name
I don't need a backseat, don't need no rusty truck
We could leave that dust on that old porch swing

Let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out on the grass bring your blanket in the beach
Tear up some turnip rings or find some up on a hill
Baby love me in a field

Now we got that California king
In the back of that Georgia double wire
And I'm about to bust out the seams
When I get you to the country side
What's that sound like to you?
Cuz it sounds dang good to me
Just hit me with a smile when you're ready to leave

Let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out on the grass bring your blanket in the beach
Tear up some turnip rings or find some up on a hill
Baby love me in a field

Find an old pasture
Where the cows ain't
Been for a while
Wanna see your blue eyes
Where the flowers go wild
Little after midnight
Morning dew
On our skin

I'm sure that nobody, nobody know where we've been.

Let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out on the grass bring your blanket in the beach
Tear up some turnip rings or find some up on a hill
Baby love me in a field
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Writer: LUKE BRYAN, RODNEY CLAWSON, MATT DRAGSTREM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




You Look Like Rain

You and your sunday mornings
Me and my saturday nights
You and all your colors
Me and my black and whites
You and your lace and cotton
Up against my whiskey skin
Saving me the way you always do it

Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm the dust that spins
And the gust of wind that's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes
You look like rain

You and your stained glass windows
Me and my cracked windshield
You and your quiet view
Me and my kins of steel

Cause I'm hell up here on the high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm the dust that spins
And the gust of wind that's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes
You look like rain

Girl I'm hell up here on the high wire
You're the hallelujah kind
I'm the dust that spins
And the gust of wind that's blowing by
I'm a desert dry
And in my thirsty eyes
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You look like rain
You're my sweet rain
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Writer: MARTI-LYNN DODSON, BOBBY HAMRICK, TONY MAC LANE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management




Southern Gentleman

You looked at me like I was crazy
When I said mam'm to that little old lady
You ain't heard talk like that lately
But I can see, it's got you smilin'

And you say you still remember
Our first date me cookin' you dinner
And how I didn't even try to kiss you at the end of the date
'Cause I was raised to

Stand up when you walk in the door
Spin you around an old hard pine floor
Rock you baby on a wraparound porch
Underneath a magnolia blossom

Walk you down old live oak road
Barefoot bridge see a sunset show
Say I love you when I pull you close
And you know it's true, as the gospel
Ain't nobody gonna love you better than
This southern gentleman

I'm gonna, open up these plantation blinds
To the sun coming up in your pretty blue eyes
Tell you you're beautiful a thousand times a day
'Til your in love with the way that I

Stand up when you walk in the door
Spin you around an old hard pine floor
Rock you baby on a wraparound porch
Underneath a magnolia blossom

Walk you down old live oak road
Barefoot bridge see a sunset show
Say I love you when I pull you close
And you know it's true, as the gospel
Ain't nobody gonna love you better than
This southern gentleman

Girl I'm gonna take you on a trip like back in time
Just put your hand in mine, and won't you

And won't you come here when you walk in the door
Let me spin you around this old hard pine floor
Rock you baby on a wraparound porch
Underneath a magnolia blossom

Walk you down old live oak road
Barefoot bridge see a sunset show
Say I love you when I pull you close
And you know it's true, as the gospel
Ain't nobody gonna love you better than
Can't nobody gonna love you better than
This southern gentleman
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Writer: LUKE BRYAN, DALLAS DAVIDSON, Ashley Glenn Gorley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Farm Tour... Here's to the Farmer is the eighth extended play (EP) by American country music singer Luke Bryan. It was released on September 23, 2016, by Capitol Nashville.
Performed By: Luke Bryan
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Luke Bryan, Dallas Davidson, Ashley Gorley
Length: 17:27
Released: September 23rd, 2016
Year: 2016

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