Homesteader

She has California money
But Wants Tennessee bills
titan of her industry
And iron will
Opens her eyes with a hand full of pills
But she aint too tired to run for the hills

She’ll be gone by the morning
No time to say goodbye

She run run runs in to the rising sun
Move to a poor rural county
She’ll open up a b n b
The American dream

He’s a master of the keyboard
An investors dream
Has built so many beautiful
and useless things
floor to ceiling windows
don’t have the same sheen
As a white picket fence on an acre of green

So he’ll be gone by the morning
No time to say goodbye

He runs run runs into the rising sun
He’ll buy up all the land from the farmers
He’ll take care of goats and bees
The American dream

They run run run into the rising sun
Look at all those thrift store deals
This country life is rough they’ll say
Thank god they’ve got their 401k
The American dream