Homegrown in my pick up son
Sisters brat and daddy's gun
Double diamond barrel of fun
Why every day's a hit and run
Nowhere near Afghanistan
Our parents weren't in Vietnam
We don't need you to understand
We know we'll all be damned
Tuck and Roll
Country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
The empty handed
Just get turned away
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
Get real dirty
Then make a clean getaway
This field of dreams
Not what it seems
Lying fallow at the feet of wind machines
By the scruff of your neck
By the skin of your teeth
Hanging by your fingernails all week
You made the rent
The rest is spent
To hide it from the government
Tuck and Roll country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
Country boy
Show me your hands
Still digging ditches
Still the family man
Country boy
Show me your hands
Are they only fit
For building someone else's masterplan
Well I used to drive an ice cream van
Spreading joy across this land
But I was trumped by a simpleton
Who smiling handed me a loaded gun
Tuck and roll
Country boy
Quella - Smalltown Eiderdown Lyrics
Quella - Smalltown Eiderdown Lyrics
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Homegrown in my pick up son
Sisters brat and daddy's gun
Double diamond barrel of fun
Why every day's a hit and run
Nowhere near Afghanistan
Our parents weren't in Vietnam
We don't need you to understand
We know we'll all be damned
Tuck and Roll
Country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
The empty handed
Just get turned away
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
Get real dirty
Then make a clean getaway
This field of dreams
Not what it seems
Lying fallow at the feet of wind machines
By the scruff of your neck
By the skin of your teeth
Hanging by your fingernails all week
You made the rent
The rest is spent
To hide it from the government
Tuck and Roll country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
Country boy
Show me your hands
Still digging ditches
Still the family man
Country boy
Show me your hands
Are they only fit
For building someone else's masterplan
Well I used to drive an ice cream van
Spreading joy across this land
But I was trumped by a simpleton
Who smiling handed me a loaded gun
Tuck and roll
Country boy
Sisters brat and daddy's gun
Double diamond barrel of fun
Why every day's a hit and run
Nowhere near Afghanistan
Our parents weren't in Vietnam
We don't need you to understand
We know we'll all be damned
Tuck and Roll
Country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
The empty handed
Just get turned away
No free lunch boy
No free lunch today
Get real dirty
Then make a clean getaway
This field of dreams
Not what it seems
Lying fallow at the feet of wind machines
By the scruff of your neck
By the skin of your teeth
Hanging by your fingernails all week
You made the rent
The rest is spent
To hide it from the government
Tuck and Roll country boy
Bounce on down the road like a hobbildehoy
Stick around
And you'll drown
In smalltown eiderdown
And the house band plays
Country boy
Show me your hands
Still digging ditches
Still the family man
Country boy
Show me your hands
Are they only fit
For building someone else's masterplan
Well I used to drive an ice cream van
Spreading joy across this land
But I was trumped by a simpleton
Who smiling handed me a loaded gun
Tuck and roll
Country boy
Writer: Adam Parker, Lee Davidson, Matthew Radford, Stefano Sebastianelli
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Quella
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Adam Parker, Lee Davidson, Matthew Radford, Stefano Sebastianelli