Picking Taters, movin' on

Lyrics:

© Shi
0I’m spending all my days outside, I’m working on the farm, but lately I’ve been wondering just what’s
been going on. My feet are aching, so’s my back I need a holiday, I’m thinking
maybe I’ll make tracks, I’m heading out today. So watch me walking in these boots, can’t put a foot wrong, I’ll be movin’ on. The foreman’s going crazy
‘Cause he needs to make his quota, how many barrels is that now, we’ll put it to a vote, nah. I think I’m getting tired, I’m in need of a cold beer, he says that I’ll get fired, man,
I’m getting outta here. So watch me walking in these boots, can’t put a foot wrong, I’ll be movin’ on. Yes I will..m m movin’ on. m m movin on, m m movin on, m m movin on, watch me walking in these boots can’t put a foot wrong I’ll be movin on………yes I will…..

I’ll just get my jacket, I’ll be picking up my Stetson, where the hell you going boy, ‘cause you ain’t finished yet son, there’s taters that need picking so you better get in line, and there’s no time for slacking no, we just don’t have the time, so watch me walking in these boots, can’t put a foot wrong, I’ll be movin’ on. It’s time that I was leaving, I’m not waiting until dark, ‘Cause seeing is believing do you really have to ask if I’ve got my spending money and I always travel light, can’t wait to see
my honey and I’ll be back home tonight. So watch me walking in these boots, can’t put a foot wrong, I’ll be moving on. Yes I will. Come on boys……
(Shi 2015)