Farm Girl by The Ike Reilly Assassination Lyrics

I need a hand to bring water to my fields
I need a sham to broker my deals
I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
About death, dirt, loss, sex, live birth and free meals

I've been riding on a tired horse
So sick I had to feed him by force
An apple in my hand and my hand down his throat
I felt his hoof kickin' 'round in the pocket of my coat
I need a farm girl to cook my kill
I need a farm girl to get my thrill
I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
About death, dirt, loss, sex, live birth and free meals

I need a farm girl [x4]

Squattin' down, tell me that my top soil's gone
I'd rather die young than pack up the farm
Squattin' down, tell me that my beans won't grow
That my plows won't plow and my hoes won't hoe
I've been riding on a tired horse
So sick I had to feed him by force
His eyes on my pocket
And his mind on my farm
He had his hooves on my girl
In the loft on my barn

One time it kinda made me nervous
Two times, I got my magazine
Three times, in the grain elevator
At the co-op where we used to be seen
Four times at five in the morning
Five times, it didn't matter to me
Six times, you better call the preacher
She got dirt in her nails and grass in her teeth

I need a hand to bring water to my fields
I need a sham to broker my deals
I need a farm girl that knows how I feel
About death, dirt, loss, sex, live birth and free meals
Death, dirt, loss, sex, live birth and free meals
Death, dirt, loss, sex, live birth and free meals

I need a farm girl [x4]