The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

Oh no!

I put the hay in piles,
The corn is riper this time,
Everything is truly grassy.
The leaves are red and gold,
The wheat is standing straight up,
My pig has anal cavity.
I can't rebuild the gates,
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this country song,
I have to get a plough,
I wish my sheep weren't like this.
Get off my tractor and property.

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

Get off of my land!
Cause I don't need this,
Why didn't I see this?
I will go get my shovel/shotgun combinate.
I am sinned by just leaving the gate shut and leaving the sheep in misery!

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

Oh no!

You haven't raked a thing,
I haven't ploughed a thing,
I can't get any bones,
My dogs are not happy.
You haven't raked a thing,
I haven't ploughed a thing,
I can't get any bones,
My dogs are not happy.

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

The country air rose into me,
Kneel down and pick up my wellie.
I wonder out where you can't see,
Down on my farm in the country.

AND I CLEAN THE POO!