Video Red Dirt Farm de Aaron Traffas 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Traffas - Red Dirt Farm Lyrics

Verse 1
Beneath sunrise and a little bit left there's not too much to tell about
Except for lawmakers and bankers like a street gang trying to push us out
The auctioneer keeps driving by, daddy said it would get this way
But I'm just as proud of my Kansas farm as I am of my last name

Chorus
I spend my days fixing fence. They question my significance
I work the land where I was born growing milo, wheat, and corn
I plow and plant and fertilize. I’m cursed by the women, wheat and rye
The only time I see the lights of town is on Friday nights when the sun goes down
I'll work these fields until I”m dead, round and round the old homestead
With callused hands and these two arms, I'll never leave this red dirt farm

Verse 2
There's a long stretch of blacktop near the hollow I call home
Eighty acres and a corner post my grandfather set long ago
The weak and rusty wires on the fence fall down while that post still stands
They can take the cattle and ground from me but they’ll never take the family brand

Chorus
I spend my days fixing fence. They question my significance
I work the land where I was born growing milo, wheat, and corn
I plow and plant and fertilize. I’m cursed by the women, wheat and rye
The only time I see the lights of town is on Friday nights when the sun goes down
I'll work these fields until I”m dead, round and round the old homestead
With callused hands and these two arms, I'll never leave this red dirt farm
Bridge
Elevator girls make harvest worthwhile
I pull across the scales and she gives me a smile
I watch her skinny legs in the mirror
As she probes my load
She writes her age on the ticket
I'm back on the road

Chorus
I spend my days fixing fence. They question my significance
I work the land where I was born growing milo, wheat, and corn
I plow and plant and fertilize. I’m cursed by the women, wheat and rye
The only time I see the lights of town is on Friday nights when the sun goes down
I'll work these fields until I”m dead, round and round the old homestead
With callused hands and these two arms, I'll never leave this red dirt farm