The city air
Was doing me harm
So I moved home
Back to the farm
The clubs and bars
Sure had their allure
But I'm just happy
Shoveling this here manure
And though I'll miss
All the drugs
Here I distill
Whiskey in jugs
And plow the fields
And bail the hay
And not fight off
The crackheads all day
Though there are no boys
With here I can sleep
I'm making close friends
With a few of the sheep