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Bumper Crop This Year (Outlaw Country) artwork

Bumper Crop This Year (Outlaw Country)

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So many famers celebrate a bumper Crop this 2025 Year

Lyrics

Verse 1

Sun up on the highway, chickens out and roosters crow

Coffee in the thermos, got a hundred rows to go

Old blue truck is waiting, tires caked in last night’s mud

Every fencepost leaning, tells a story in the flood

Pre-Chorus

Wind brings news from miles around, engines start to hum

This land breaks you and lifts you, day’s work just begun

Chorus

It’s a bumper crop this year, corn’s as high as July’s sky

Golden fields all waving, time to reap what we sowed by and by

Neighbors slappin’ backs and laughter, harvest moon is drawing near

Swear I never seen it richer—it’s a bumper crop this year

Post-Chorus

Hey, hey, lift those baskets high

Hey, hey, paint the barn doors wide

Verse 2

Granddad’s grinning at the county store, says it’s best he can recall

Wagons loaded down, rolling steady through the fall

We’ll fill up every silo, stack the hay up by the fenceline

Raise a glass around the fire—good earth sure did us fine

Pre-Chorus

There’s work for every hand, and stories to be made

Sunrise, muddy boots, sweet lemonade

Chorus

It’s a bumper crop this year, corn’s as high as July’s sky

Golden fields all waving, time to reap what we sowed by and by

Neighbors slappin’ backs and laughter, harvest moon is drawing near

Swear I never seen it richer—it’s a bumper crop this year

Post-Chorus

Hey, hey, lift those baskets high

Hey, hey, paint the barn doors wide

Bridge

Smoke’s curling from the breakfast pan, bacon crackles, kids all cheer

Tractors rumble down the lane, voices carry far and clear

Thank the rain, thank the sun, thank this piece of land we keep

Hearts and fields both overflowing, blessings running deep

Chorus

It’s a bumper crop this year, corn’s as high as July’s sky

Golden fields all waving, time to reap what we sowed by and by

Neighbors slappin’ backs and laughter, harvest moon is drawing near

Swear I never seen it richer—it’s a bumper crop this year

Post-Chorus

Hey, hey, lift those baskets high

Hey, hey, paint the barn doors wide

Hey, hey, sing it through the night

Hey, hey, it’s a bumper crop this year

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