it’s the colour of the tractor in my barn, a 50 acre pasture, an old horse farm, and rows of pines as far as I can see. It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got, no it’s the clover growin in my damn plot and her eyes lookin’ back at me, yeah that’s my shades of green.
(Source: pucksntrucks, via countryboysworld34-deactivated2)
