Slim Bawb:

words & music by Bob Pearce
from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"
Shawna Day Music BMI

I was born and raised smack dab in the city
Lots of noise and life & stress & strain
Left when I could and sure enough it sure feels good
When I go back it's still the same
I sure miss my friends and all my family
But the ties that bind they understand
Now I'm out in the sun workin' till the work is done
All I got to show is this damn farmer's tan

CHORUS
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan

Up in the mornin' the chores are waitin'
Workin' on the land must be gods’ plan
If this is heaven there'll be no hesitating
I got my faith, my dogs and my farmers tan

REPEAT CHORUS

When the stars are clear and bright in that blue Texas sky
My baby come and take me by the hand
Take off my shirt and hat, what she laughin’ at?
She sure must love my farmers tan

Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan
Farmers tan, farmers tan
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"I wrote this in 2007 out in the forest using a chain saw instead of a guitar. I guess that's why it only has one chord!"