Paint My House

Workers from the hill, say their homes look fair
They toil on my farm, thinking I don’t care, to
Paint my house
Paint my house for me
Out in the country
Nobody work for free

The color of cotton gonna look so nice
From the soil to the roof, if I could pay the price, to
Paint my house
Paint my house for me
Out in the country
For my lonely eyes to see

A long time ago, trees covered most of this land
Pappy laid’em down, then he built this home by hand

50 years of nature lays upon that wood
The pickers keep watching how I wish they would
Paint my house
Paint my house for me
I’m out in the country
generation number 3

A long time ago, trees covered most of this land
Pappy laid’em down, then he built this home by hand

Ain’t it fun to work beneath the ol’ moon light
Come and grab a brush we’ll have a party tonight, we’ll
Paint my house
Paint my house for me

Out in the country
Show them what you’ll do for me