Poet 
: 5
Verse 1
Sunrise cracks on a rusty plow,
Dirt on my boots, sweat on my brow.
Corn stands tall, wheat bends low,
Every seed’s a story only God knows.
Chorus
Oh, these fields sing what my hands sown,
Gold in the stalks, love in the bone.
Ain’t no dollar got this kind of hold—
Money in the bank of my soul!
Hey-yo, let the tractor dance!
This dirt’s my rock ’n’ roll romance.
Verse 2
Sun dips down by the old Ford truck,
Sweet tea jar, luck runs up.
From a sprout to a kingdom of green,
Fireflies wink where the work’s been seen.
Chorus
Oh, these fields sing what my hands sown,
Gold in the stalks, love in the bone.
Ain’t no dollar got this kind of hold—
Money in the bank of my soul!
Hey-yo, let the tractor dance!
This dirt’s my rock ’n’ roll romance.
Bridge
Seasons turn like a jukebox tune,
Crickets hum under a harvest moon.
Rain or shine, this heart’s got roots—
Ain’t no treasure like the dirt that suits.
Outro
(Fiddle hoedown, boots stompin’)
Clap your hands, raise the dust!
Land don’t lie, and work don’t rust.
Hey-yo, let the tractor dance—
My farm’s a neon, livin’ romance!