BUY ON ITUNES: apple.co/2dEFwtD Watch our other music videos: bit.ly/1CfMvvj Facebook: www.facebook.com/petersonfarmbros Website: www.petersonfarmbros.com Twitter: @gregpeterson33, @npete16, @kmerle7, @laura_joy12 Instagram: @gregorynorris SnapChat: @petefarmbros "Farming and Football" Lyrics: Greg Peterson Music: Thomas Forever Music (bit.ly/2dEGwhd) & Greg Peterson Concept: Trent Loos Recorded at CW Productions Hays, KS Lyrics: I bounce through the field like a fullback taking a pounding Placing the seeds in the soil, call that intentional grounding Killing weeds, lay ‘em down, so they die quick They make me mad and so I hit ‘em with the hit stick So many choices to make, like I’m running the option Making sure new strategies have been part of my team’s adoption Weather faking me out, like it’s a play action I need the D(Deere)-line to help me gain some traction No days off, working hard in the heat and cold, I feed my cattle daily, yeah my bunk is like a super bowl The risks I take each day can sometimes be alarming Sometimes it feels like a gamble to me, fantasy farming? Markets going up and down like a crowd doing the wave Even when times are tough, I must suit up each day Still I feel this job provides me with the joy I need Feels like a touchdown when I add that perfect *dab* of feed CHORUS: Farming and Football Yeah we don’t. get headlines and you won’t see highlights of us at 10 Farming and Football But that don’t. mean the similarities between the two are pretend Farming and Football There are some. things you get to live with and some things you can’t live without Farming and Football Listen and we’ll tell you bout it. VERSE 2: 5 generations strong, time of possession I’m out here picking corn, like I’m running back an interception I pull a wide receiver, to plant the tight end With each completed pass, comes better field position I bring cattle in motion, first down is me Sometimes you have to take the sack…...of feed Choppin’ silage, choppin’ feet You can’t call us slackers Driving up on that pile Like we’re the packers I make precise cuts Over straight lines Running top speed In the combine Harvest is the goal It’s the end zone All the work put in Is like the seed sewn I work with my family Take care of what I have Remember where it comes from And for that be glad Money, fame That is not why I put on my gloves I play this game, do my job ‘Cause it’s what I love BRIDGE: It’s game day, time to drop the tailgate Family atmosphere, just like at K-State Everybody who eats a grilled burger confection It is about time we make the farm connection Brats, burgers, pickles, lettuce, onions, buns, cheese Ketchup, Mustard, corn, beans, chicken, pork, all of these Fuel, Drinks, Turf, Leather, jerseys, shoes, money paid A farm, a field, a farmer that is how these things are made If we took half the admiration that we give to players And gave it up instead to all the life savers We could thank the ones who help us receive what we need These people are essential. Call them the MVP Enjoy the game, enjoy the food, enjoy the celebration. But remember the O-line of this great nation We don’t get credit and we often stay behind the scenes But football starts. With. Those. who wearing dirty jeans.

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