Get Yourself on a Farm Elinda

[Verse 1]
Got my thumb hooked in my pocket
I got my fishing pole and line
I got my Zig-Zags winding and a spot picked out
Where the fishing's fine
I can dance and run around and trade places
And not think about it twice
Oh, I can punch the wall, play games and fall
And talk to the dogs and mice
Get yourself on a farm

[Verse 2]
Get away from all those punch clocks
Got to hide that party line
Throw on a pair of jeans and let your hair get clean
From all that city grime
Throw your arms around my shoulder
And let me walk into the field
Put away your time and put your head with mine
And play the game for real
Get yourself on a farm