Plow Boy
Cledus T. Judd Lyrics

Well I'm a packing up my truck and I' m a head down south Where real men packa lips with dips in their mouth Start a moonshine steal sleep in a tent buy some cheap livestock find some land to rent Then I'm a Cledus T. it up and down the farm With a couple of barns a baby calf in my arms You know I hate to brag but I'll be tilling the most Run a barbwire fence from post to post Keep shells in my gun, Deer heads on my walls Live out in the sticks and wear overalls why because I want to Find me a home in a cow town baby Where the buffalo roam read the farmers almanac for all the right reasons Make sure my crop is the top of next season Cledus T. is a farming freakazoid Yeah I'm heading down south sucka Because I want to be a plowboy baby
The singer is packing his truck to head down south, where real men pack tobacco and sleep in tents. He plans to cultivate the most farm land, putting barbwire fences around it and keeping shells in his gun. The singer wants to live in a cow town where he can tend to crops and read the farmer's almanac to ensure the success of his farm. He loves farming and is a farming fanatic.

Plowboy baby (Redman pouch for the chewing tobaccer) Plowboy baby (Sleeping at night cause I work all day) Plowboy baby (You can smell my pigs from a mile away)
The singer is proud of his plowboy status, even having a Redman pouch for chewing tobacco. He works hard all day and sleeps well at night because of it. His farm is so close you can smell his pigs from a mile away.

I bet you'll hear my rooster crowing when the day begins He goes.. (Sounds of a rooster crowing) In lust for a hen Home schooling, home fries, good homemade wine Well harvest the fields (But not before its time) Plant peas, and beans, green beans and rice Haul manure from the barn to fertilize And if the price is right I'm gonna sell my hay boy And let G-E-O-are-G-I-A know why they calling me the Plowboy baby
The singer describes his daily routine of waking up to the sound of his rooster crowing, which is also a signal for his hen. He home-schools, makes home fries, and has homemade wine. The singer harvests his fields and plants a variety of vegetables. He hauls manure to keep the soil fertile and will sell hay if the price is right. He is proud to be known as the Plowboy.

(With my truck locked down in a four wheel drive) Plowboy baby (Living like a king in a single wide) Plowboy baby (Sleeping at night and bushhoging all day) Plowboy baby (Thank god for Willie Nelson and Farm Aid)
The singer enjoys the perks of being a Plowboy, such as locking his truck into four-wheel drive and living like a king in a single-wide trailer. He sleeps soundly at night and spends his days bush-hogging. He is grateful for Willie Nelson and Farm Aid.

YEAH... Cledus T. you can call me a hick The only woman for me is a Dixie Chick I got two billy goats week 'fore last Till my snapper gets fixed They'll be cuttin' my grass Back hoeing, scare crowing, shoeing my horse You know a horse is a horse (Of Course, Of Course) Screws up the spread gotta make it look right I gonna paint my barn red and paint my fence white UH! Find dayus, calm and toe tomatoes Irrigate some ground for my sweet potatoes Drink wine makers, storm like Quakers Got no love for you vegetable haters How I'm gonna buy my seed Sell my soul to the seed and feed My dog is green just like my hay bail Ain't no chickens in my yard keep em all in my trailer Dog named old yeller cut through a stick I'd slop my hog but I (Already feed it) I'm picking off ticks, scratching poison oak But I keep on sucking thanks to calamine lotion (Plowboy) got a 4230 with my diesal whining (Plowboy) spend all my time on a big combine (plowboy) Praying at night it'll rain some day (Plowboy) You can smell my pigs from a mile away (Plowboy) Got my crop laid out and the sunshine shining (Plowboy) Got an old tin steel with my moonshine shining (Plowboy) You can smell my swine
The singer identifies himself as a hick and a fan of Dixie Chicks. He got two billy goats to cut his grass until his mower is fixed. The singer meticulously tends to his farm, painting his barn red and fence white. He irrigates his crops and drinks wine. He jokes about selling his soul to get good seeds. He has no chickens in his yard and a dog named Old Yeller. The singer uses calamine lotion to avoid ticks and poison oak. He hopes for rain to help his crops and his pigs emit a smell from a mile away.