Cifras
Yella Acorns

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Introdução:

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Last year we had a bumper crop, When them white oak acorns started to drop
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So many I twisted my ankle walkin' to the stand
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Everywhere you look was a sweet resentin', Bigger round than a Florida lemon
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Was a white tail grocery store all over the land
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But this spring during turkey season, Jack frost came and he went to freezin'
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Everything with a bumble bee, a bud or a bloom
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Then summer came and there weren't no rain,Everybody said what a cryin' shame
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And the DNR predicted deer season was doomed
(PREChorus)
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Well me and my buddies we got to thinking Sittin' around one night drinking
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How we gonna fill up our deer tags
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Then a light went off I started to grin, I remembered 'bout my big grain bin
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We started fillin' up fifty pound bags
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Of them yella acorns They're worth their weight in gold
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Im gonna have more meat than my old deep freeze can hold
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With all them yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands
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Just don't get yourself busted by the man
VERSE II
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We filled us up a dump truck load My farm looked like the yella brick road
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Ain't this much corn in Nebraska or Illinois
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Then a monster buck he come a sniffin around
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I was about to lay that old hammer down
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When i heard a voice say "Get down from there, boy!"
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Well I showed the warden my warnin' sign
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That I posted up on my property line that said
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This here corns to feed the birds and the squirrels aight
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Let me make just one thing clear, Any deer caught feedin' here is trespassin'
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And will be shot on sight
(PREChorus)
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And then he slipped them cuffs around my arms, Took all I had except the farm
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Took my truck my gun, took my cold beer
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Now the only deer that I see is on TV and in the magazines
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And I learned my lesson and now im steerin' clear
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Of them yella acorns, They'll land your butt in jail
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This orange jumpsuit ain't worth an ol' white tail
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Yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands
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Just don't get yourself busted by the man