as I walk through the valley where I harvest my
grainI take a look at my wife and realize she is very
plainbut that's just perfect for an Amish like meyou know I shun fancy things like electricity
at four thirty in the morning I am milking cowsJabbadiah feeds the chickens an Jacob ploughsfoolI've been milking and ploughing so long thateven Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I 'm the man of the landI'm into disciplinegot a bible in my hand and a beard on my chinbut if I finish all of mite du'rs and you finish dinethen tonight we're going to party like in sixteen
ninety nine
we better spend in most of our livesliving in an Amish paradisea churn butter once or twiceliving in an Amish paradiseit's hard work and sacrificeliving in an Amish paradisewe sell cruets of discount riceliving in an Amish paradise
a local boy kicked me in the but last weekI just smiled at himand I turned the other cheekI really don't care in fact I wish him wellcause I will be laughing my head offwhen he is burning in hellbut I have never punched a tourist even if he
deserved itan Amish with a tool you know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hatand my homies agreeI really look good in blackfoolif you come to visit you will be bored to tearswe haven't even paid the phone bill in three
hundred yearsbut we aren't really quaintso please don't point and starewe're just technology impair
there's no phoneno lifeno motorcarnot a single luxurylike Robinson Crusoeit is primitive as can be
we better spend in most of our livesliving in an Amish paradisewe're just plain and simple guysliving in an Amish paradisethere's no time for sin and fightsliving in an Amish paradisewe don't fight we're only niceliving in an Amish paradise
hitching up the buggychurning lots of butterrave the barn on Mondaysoon I raise anotherthink you really righteousthink you pure in heightthen I know I am a million times as humble as thy
heartI'm the palmaceous little which I wan't to be likeon my knees day and night scoring points for the
after lifeso don't be vaindon't be whinyor else my brother and I have to get medieval on
your hiny
we better spend in most of our livesliving in an Amish paradisewe're all crazy meannessliving in an Amish paradisethere's no cops and traffic lightsliving in an Amish paradisebut you probably think it bitesliving in an Amish paradise
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