Raised In A Barn
Words and music by Allan Rosensweig

By the way you’re looking at me you think my neck’s too red
Probably thinking I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed
I don’t have a four-year degree
That don’t make you better than me
By the way you’re rollin them eyes you think I’m much too loud
A couple of drinks and act just like I own this town
Now I’m gonna cut you some slack
I know what you’re thinking, and as a matter of fact

Yes I was raised in a barn
Now there’s no other place I’d rather come from
Been working sunup to sunset
Best education you could get
Seven days a week there on my daddy’s farm
Well I’d never trade even one of those days
Yes I was raised in a barn

By the way you’re shaking your head I know you just don’t see
Why the prettiest girl in here can’t keep her hands off of me
Well I think we all understand
God rewards those for working his land

Yes I was raised in a barn
Now there’s no other place I’d rather come from
Been working sunup to sunset
Best education you could get
Seven days a week there on my daddy’s farm
Well I’d never trade even one of those days
Yes I was raised in a barn

If you’re trying to pick a fight
I won’t sink that low
I was raised with a little more class than you’ll ever know
Oh you could never know…

Unless you were raised in a barn
Now there’s no other place that I’d rather come from
Been working sunup to sunset
Best education you could get
Seven days a week right there on my daddy’s farm
Well I’d never trade even one of those days
Yes I was raised in a barn
Hard working days, nights in the hay (hey hey)
I was raised in a barn

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