Verse
Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off, get my feet on the floor
Turn the TV on CN- N, that stock market's down again
All a- bout who's who, who's got what, get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah, their A- merican dream, it's all a- bout the green
Oh, but where I come from, it's a little different son.
Chorus
It's the color of the tractor in my barn, a fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got, na, it's the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every- day lookin' back at me
Yeah, that's my shades of green
Hangin' in the woods with an ole' bird dog, us boys 'round here
Where'd ever fall from head to toe, yeah, that's the way we roll
And some put it on with the gun in their hands and wear it each day, fightin' for this land
Like my daddy did. that was back in sixty six
Chorus
It's the color of the tractor in my barn, a fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got, na, it's the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every- day lookin' back at me
Yeah, that's my shades of green
It's the color of the tractor in my barn, a fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm
And rows of pines as far as I can see
It ain't the money in the bank that we ain't got, na, it's the clover growin' in my deer plot
And her eyes every- day lookin' back at me
Outro
Oh it's her eyes every- day lookin' back at me, yeah, that's my shades of green
Oh yeah, that's a country boys shade of green
Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off, get my feet on the floor
Turn the TV on CNN, that stock market's down again