.Them Texas fields were hot
And that tractor never was my kind of living
And when I hit sixteen
I had my size and I hit the road to freedom
And I'm glad I wasn't there
To see my momma cause she must've cried for hours
I still hear her saying Gary
Get your guitar and pick.
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