I Like Big Barns and I Cannot Lie

With a rustly ol' plow and huge hay mow

And board & batton siding painted red

Wearin' bib overalls by the farrowing stalls

Is my good ol' uncle big Jed

 

Now an important factor is an Oliver tractor

with a feed grinder hooked on the back

We can grind all the food for the stock and the brood

And save some seed for the ol' chicken shack

 

When it's full of straw and hay and work is done for the day

Close the big red rollin' barn door

There's one last chore and then there ain't no more

Feedin' piggies on the ol' feedin' floor

 

City folks don't know and it sure does show

When they see a big red building with a gambrel

They can stop and buy a ham or a couple jars of jam

And wonder why the old place is such a shamble

 

It's been a big heavy load down that old country road

The place was started by my granddad's pappy

Not much left anymore, just the barn and feedin' floor

But if the tractor still ran I'd be happy

 

-t.r.

Oh, yeah, this is AI. Created with Flux, Lightroom and Photoshop

 

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