It's raining cats and dogs, it's raining frogs, I know it is.
I see it in the yard, out by the barn, where the tractor is.
Under the Christmas tree, the needles fall on the tractor seat.
The snow begins to pile over fuckin' everything.
The country must be peaceful if the foam mesh hats,
Are still on the old mans' heads.

It's priceless when they leave the farm,
Hop in the good old pickup truck.
It's like wanderin' 'round in the dark,
With a handful of knives and a broken heart.

Someday lets go to town, where nothings ever open there.
Just folks who like to stand around and wait for church again.
The country must be peaceful if the door swings wide,
And the Holy Ghost is inside.

It's priceless when they leave the farm,
Hop in the good old pickup truck.
It's like wandering around in the dark,
With a handful of knives and a broken heart.

Old clothes are always new to someone when the new ones come.
If you play your cards with a winning smile, the town is yours.
The country must be peaceful if the town is being run,
By the man with the biggest gun.

It's priceless when they leave the farm,
Hop in the good old pickup truck.
It's like wandering around in the dark,
With a handful of knives and a broken heart.