Dallas Davidson

Dallas Davidson

Yella Acorns
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(VERSE I) 

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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 


[Refrão]
A D Of them yella acorns They're worth their weight in gold E A Im gonna have more meat than my old deep freeze can hold A D With all them yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands E A Just don't get yourself busted by the man VERSE II A D We filled us up a dump truck load My farm looked like the yella brick road E A Ain't this much corn in Nebraska or Illinois A Then a monster buck he come a sniffin around D I was about to lay that old hammer down E A When i heard a voice say "Get down from there, boy!" A Well I showed the warden my warnin' sign D That I posted up on my property line that said E A This here corns to feed the birds and the squirrels aight A D E Let me make just one thing clear, Any deer caught feedin' here is trespassin' A And will be shot on sight (PREChorus) F# D And then he slipped them cuffs around my arms, Took all I had except the farm A E Took my truck my gun, took my cold beer F# D Now the only deer that I see is on TV and in the magazines E And I learned my lesson and now im steerin' clear
[Refrão]
A D Of them yella acorns, They'll land your butt in jail E A This orange jumpsuit ain't worth an ol' white tail A D Yella acorns you'll have them eatin' from your hands E A Just don't get yourself busted by the man

Enviado por: Ubiratan Bomfim

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