Lance Carpenter - Hay Days

Since 53’ he’s called me poppin’ Johnny
Since the first day I arrived on this farm
We’ve turned a lot-a-ground into a little money
Stacked a million bales in that ol’ A-frame barn
I’ve seen mile long days, last through the night
But there ain’t no better place I could live my life
Man, you should-a seen me; yeah you should have seen us
Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust
My green paint would shine when he’d wash the dirt away
Now I’m showing my age, but man you should-a seen me
Back in my hay days
Well he parked that horse drawn rake the day he bought me
Put his trust in me to carry a heavy load
Well, I was proud to pull my weight and he was proud to drive me
So for years and years round and round we’d go
Oh but about mid-day he’d let me rest a while
Take that short lunch break in the shade of my back tire
Yeah you should have seen me; yeah you should have seen us
Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust
My green paint would shine when he’d wash the dirt away
Now I’m showing my age, but man you should have seen me
Back in my hay days
Now a days I spend my time underneath this white oak tree
Right beside that old rake disappearing in the weeds
And somewhere our best friend is out here buried just like us
Ashes to ashes, steel to rust
But you should have seen me; you should have seen us
Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust
Well my green paint don’t shine no more and all my yellow has faded away
Yeah I’m showing my age, but man you should have seen me
Back in my hay days
Yeah we’re showing our age, but man you should have seen us
Back in our hay days, Back in my hay days.

Written by:
LANCE CARPENTER, MIKE MCQUERRY, DREW SMITH, LANCE LEE CARPENTER

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp., Downtown Music Publishing, Anthem Entertainment

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