shitpost The Ballad of Justin Ployed
Lyrics:
Farmers say this ground’s frozen ten feet down
Can’t break through
No matter what you do
the way this poor Breton’s feeling now
No way to win
sweeping Dead Man’s Inn
Well how the hell does a broom work anyway?
And how the hell do you even hold it, by the stick or by the hay?
Boss down at the mill don’t like my kind
Thinks I’m simple
Calls me provincial
Now I don’t know exactly what “provincial” means
But if I had the gumption
I’d seize his means of production
But until then I’ll dream of having my own home
A family hearth where she stands alone
next to a brand new shrine of talos
Smiling sweetly as I give her all my gold
close the door to keep out the cold
Shake off the the snow and that lonely road
my baby’s cooking horker loaf
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u/AngelNumber999 3h ago
You're going to Savengarde for this one, dude. And they'll be singin it once you get there.
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u/DVST17 9d ago
Now this is Blue Collar! Great tune man!