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MP3 The Denim Dirt Farmers - Salad Days
14 MP3 Songs
COUNTRY: Bluegrass, COUNTRY: Country Folk
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The Denim Dirt Farmers & The Ragweed Rag
I''m a denim dirt farmer, but I don''t grow blue jeans
Got myself a garden full of taters and green beans
When I''m not in my backyard a-diggin in the dirt
I pick guitar, sing songs and pray your ears don''t hurt
Ain''t nothin like a garden where tomatoes ripen on the vine
My corn gets high and so do I sippin homemade wine
Hangin round my garden while the summer days get warmer
I got more rows to hoe than you''ll ever know
Cuz I''m a denim dirt...
I''m a denim dirt...
I''m a denim dirt farmer
The Pollination Dance ~
Grapes are appealing naked on the vine
But beans aren''t obscene though they''re standin in line
Waitin to see if tomatoes turn red
Cuz there''s an organic orgy in this garden bed
Down one row and then up the next
Plants just a sproutin and way over sexed
Bees buzz by full of honey and the chance
To find a fine flower, do the pollination dance
Deep down in the dirt roots stake claim to their places
Sounds like real estate, but it''s a farmer''s oasis
Toilin in the soil and diggin what I do
Come on over friend and have a meal or two
My free time is spent with my wife in the midst
Of a garden in the evening and we both must insist
That it keeps our love growin when we work in our backyard
Love her and this land, I''m a singin garden bard
I know my garden by heart never need to label
Just plant, water, grow and invite them to the table
You can buy your corn and kale from the corner grocer
But they''re not as good as mine, absolutely, no sir
My salads are a delicacy you can''t buy in a store
And when we eat them we just grow more
Cuz bees buzz by full of honey and the chance
To find a fine flower, do the pollination dance
Suburban Gothic *
I''ve got a shed instead of a barn
Live on and off of a backyard farm
Order my seeds on an on line site
Sow them in rows when it gets day light
No chicken alarm clock to wake me up
Grow fruit and veggies but no live stock
But we''re not backwoods
Or even backwards
Simply farm in our backyard
Spring finds me with shovel in hand
Next to my woman workin the land
Takin turns tillin til the soild been turned
Grass yard to garden, food chewed for worms
Mulch as much stuff as we can
Take from the earth, give back to the land
Eat what we reap, freeze or dry
Food stores for our winter supply
But we''re not backwoods
Or even backwards
Simply farm in our backyard
In Memory of a Soldier ~
In general he leads green things to grow
Lined up like planted soldiers row after row
He waters his garden with great discipline
All the while his white hair grows so thin
But he still gives and has his command
Though it''s not the life he planned
For a man may reap yet toss in his sleep and never know
Why he didn''t sow what should''ve been sown
He prunes uniformly every branch and vine
And mows the grass in impeccable lines
Of strands of green on his battlefield backyard
Maybe he''s scared, and surely he''s scarred
By unwon wars and friends now gone
He weeds and rakes and keeps a regulation neat lawn
Though he lives next door he''s still at war and forever shall be
It would seem the enemy might be the weeds
Leaves grow as heavy as his heart
But makes him busy to make a new start
Every spring he turns sorrow into new ground
And marvels at the way he''s found
To uncover the dirt from turned over grass
And from it grow the buried past
Remembering loose ends and fallen friends in foreign soil
Every time he works and tills and toils
Salad Days ~
Music''s a lot like what''s growin in the ground
And who among us does not love the sound
Of tree branches whistlin when the wind blows up a band
To the rustle of leaves like a clapping of hands
Now I could be right yet might be wrong
But you''ve got to admit it takes a seed to make a song
In the fertile soil of a human heart
I do believe saplings and songs have the same start
Can''t help but sing about the land that I''ve planted
Songs from my soul and nature''s simple ways
Music and mustard greens- never take them for granted
Cause I''m still living in my salad days
I grow beans, play guitar strings, a bountiful lot
My garden grows best when green and hot
I''ve got taters and tunes and sunflowers growin
And ideas run like water down a rainspout over flowin
Such is the space of my musical splendor
With lettuce and squash, my tomatoes so tender
In the yard I work hard, pull weeds and smile
I could compose and grow for a whole country mile
Can''t help but sing about the land that I''ve planted
Songs from my soul and nature''s simple ways
Music and mustard greens- never take them for granted
Cause I''m still living in my salad days
The Gripes of Wrath *
Planted a field of potatoes and peas
That didn''t amount to a hill of beans
This soil it''s just, just like me
As poor as poor can be
You can''t eat hot soup from a dust bowl
Or grow the fixins to even make it cold
Soil is sand and winds blew the best away
Ain''t no reason for us to stay ma
No there ain''t no reason for to stay
Saw a brochure
Said california''s
The land of milk and honey
Our land we''ll leave
But my truck I''ll keep
And with all the family and money
Head out west like all the rest
In the promised land we''ll dwell
Leave behind all that reminds
Us of this dust bowl hell
Truck blew a tire so here we are
Stuck by the side of the road
Folks stopped to help who had a wealth
Of dreams, said their name was joad
Hope they know where to go lord lord
Hope they know where to go
Greenhouse Blues *
I got the greenhouse blues- I''m forty two
Forty more then before I knew what to do
I put down roots that''s what to do or so I was told
But I just wanna grow somethin besides old
Guess I just got them greenhouse blues
Got some flower pots and I got thinking
That solar light bulb above my head was blinking
I''ll grow a soup and salad with an entrée
Though I don''t parle vous francaise
So I took a look see at some packs of seeds
So many to pick and choose- what''s it gonna be
Beets for borsht of course cause some summer soups are cold
I just wanna grow somethin besides old
Guess I just got them greenhouse blues
So I waited and watered and watered and waited
My impatience grew, as did the mud puddle I created
Yet outside my window spring had already done sprung
But no shoots had shot up in my pots how come
Guess I was dealt a bad hand all thumbs and none are green
A chard shark I''m not, no aces up my sleeve
I''m not a betting man and with this hand I''ll lose so fold
Just wanted to grow somethin besides old
Guess I just got them greenhouse blues
Just wanted to grow somethin besides old
Just wanted to grow somethin
Just wanted to grow somethin
I just wanna grow somethin besides old
Mowin'' Cohen ~
A manicured lawn just makes me yawn
I like to see grass a-growing, so
I sit on porch with an ice cold beer
And listen to Leonard Cohen
Leonard''s a laid back dude like me
A modern day lyrical bard
But I''d bet my farm and favorite CD
He''s never mowed his own yard
Dandelions and all kinds of grass
Thrive in the noon day sun
But Cohen''s idea of culture and class
Have more to do with a pipe and a glass
And smokin what grows is more fun
Now me, I''m just a regular guy
Truth is I mow now and then
But not without a wondering why
Cuz next week gotta do it again
If I was a rich ole son of a bitch
I''d hire myself landscapers
That way my legs would never itch
I''d just get high on cut grass vapors
Dandelions and all kinds of grass
Thrive in the noon day sun
But Cohen''s idea of culture and class
Have more to do with a pipe and a glass
And smokin what grows is more fun
No, Leonard Cohen, he ain''t mowin
That''s my horticultural point of view
When the grass''s been cut there''s still that knowin
That rakin up is harder to do
Dandelions and all kinds of grass
Thrive in the noon day sun
But Cohen''s idea of culture and class
Have more to do with a pipe and a glass
And smokin what grows is more fun
Raisin'' Grapes *
My grapes get drunk on water
I get drunk on wine
But it doesn''t bother
To have some sunshine
So I hope the rain keeps up
Cause I don''t want it comin down
Laying in my hammock
I''m just hangin round
My grapes turned to raisins
Dried right on the vine
Caught too many rays and
Got too much sunshine
So I hope the rain don''t keep up
Wanna see it come down
Sittin under my hammock
In the shade, on the ground
Pick Your Own ~
If it didn''t come in a package of plastic or cardboard
Then I wasn''t eatin it but now can''t afford
To have blood pressure as high as Einstein''s IQ score
And keep letting this lack of agriculture go ignored
So I''ll turn my new trousers in for old overalls
Ain''t gonna buy dinner at no fancy shoppin malls
I can''t climb any farther till my cholesterol falls
Gotta change my dietary ways my back''s against the wall
So won''t you teach me to garden
I gotta learn right now
Excuse me I beg your pardon
Won''t you show me how
To go and eat from a garden
I''m throwin in the junk food towel
So won''t you teach me to garden
Cuz my arteries are startin to harden
Don''t want to sit in a seat and get tightly wedged
Don''t wanna cross that creek if I get to that bridge
So lend me your thoughts, your green thumbs and your knowledge
It''s time I enrolled in your healthy food college
Compared to a carrot, chocolate cake is the devil
Gotta repent now and eat right, keep my blood sugar level
So it''s time to take a rake and shovel and dishevel
My grass''s green hair, break new ground and revel
Cause I learned to garden
I''m doin it right now
Better late then never for startin
I''ve taken up the plow
I grow and eat from a garden
I''ve thrown in the junk food towel
Since I learned to garden
My arteries don''t harden
Garden Groove *
If my garden was a clock I''d have lots of thyme
And if it were a day my sun flowers would rise and shine
If my garden was wise I''d be a sage but there''s lots to learn of
Cause my garden is impromptu you never know what will turip
Since diamonds have carrots my garden might be a ring
Or an old mattress- it becomes a bed with the spring
If my garden was a hen an eggplant it would lay
And if it was a church amen I''d say lettuce pray
So my garden might be a wedding cause you cantaloupe unblessed
And if my garden was a flat tire I''d have asparagus
Things get squished cause the squash won''t leave no room
And who can resist a kiss with tulips in bloom
So if my garden was a ship I wouldn''t plant leeks
But if it were a song I''d certainly keep the beets
And if ever there was a tear then I would mend and sow
And if you were my garden dear I would be your hoe
A is for Apple *
Took knowledge in a logical way
Checked out books starting with "A"
After a few months and a week
Wasn''t even close to the "B''s"
But i could tell you anything you wanted to know aardvarks and artichokes
But I kept at it figurin I''ll get there
Sat so long wore a whole in my chair
My beard grew longer couldn''t stop to shave
And as it grayed I was near the end of the "A''s"
Couldn''t wait to learn all about buttered beans and brussel sproats
Well look back now I think I should''ve
Started at age four then maybe I would''ve
Been to the "D''s" before I died
But in the "C''s" I saw how to cry
Cultivate cucumbers correctly create conversation continously colloqually called chewing cud
I learned all about alliteration ages ago
Soil and Souls *
Uncle Walt always though he''s be in business
But he never used the common sense god gives us
He failed at attempts yet tempted to try
And tended to screw up but didn''t know why
Til the day they came to lay his body to rest
And that''s when walt became a success
He''s a worm farmer now
And a pretty damn good one at that
The only over head he has
Is six feet of dirt and grass
He''s a mighty fine worm farmer now
Miss Molly made all her money in oil
Though she didn''t dare dirty her hands touching soil
But she dug up dirt on other folks
Razed their dreams and rashed their hopes
She always thought that she was above the rest
But success is the same for all in death
Cause she''s a worm farmer now
And a pretty damn good one at that
The only over head she is
Is six feet of dirt and grass
She''s a mighty fine worm farmer now
They''re worm farmers now
And pretty damn good ones at that
The only over head they have
Is six feet of dirt and grass
They''re mighty fine worm farmers now
They''re mighty fine worm farmers now
Song for a Season *
A blanket of snow a sheet of ice
Covers my garden bed sleeping so tight
Dream of another season to come
Spring will bring warmth, green sproats and the sun
Now I lay me down in snow oh so deep
Thrashing my arms, my legs and my feet
I leave a sign to watch over and care
And dance with the wind
A snow angel so fair
A snow angel so fair
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