The pumpkin farmer
My love is a redneck
With dungarees and a stray hat
He’s uneducated, heck-
But he’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.
He works outside on the field
He is a farmer’s son
He has no mask and shield
And my love for him has won
He barely knows geography
His wisdom comes from god
The world’s for him a mystery
He finds it all but odd.
He is cute in his unknowingness
He is innocent as can be
How could such short mindedness
ever fall for me?
He is a modern hillbilly,
He grows pumpkins in his yard
He is cute but oh so silly
I would rather play the modern card.
He’s so nice to cuddle up to
His eyes honest as gold
He isn’t smart, but he is true
And so our story will unfold.
With dungarees and a stray hat
He’s uneducated, heck-
But he’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.
He works outside on the field
He is a farmer’s son
He has no mask and shield
And my love for him has won
He barely knows geography
His wisdom comes from god
The world’s for him a mystery
He finds it all but odd.
He is cute in his unknowingness
He is innocent as can be
How could such short mindedness
ever fall for me?
He is a modern hillbilly,
He grows pumpkins in his yard
He is cute but oh so silly
I would rather play the modern card.
He’s so nice to cuddle up to
His eyes honest as gold
He isn’t smart, but he is true
And so our story will unfold.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 oktober 2021 | ||
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