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Chorus:
Keep your eyes on the field, son
Don't you worry about the dust or the grime
Keep your eyes on the field, son
We're going eight rows at at a time

Verse 1:
A man who cuts his own wood warms his body twice
A man who knows how to swing an axe don't suffer no lies
My beard turned gray years ago, but I ain't past my prime
As soon as the sun comes up over that hill we're going eight rows at at a time

Chorus

Verse 2:
There's stones out there in the dirt that rise up from below
A man who could find them all would be worth his weight in gold
But you didn't hear her sobbing or hold her trembling hand
There's nothing that can stop me now in the laws of God or man

Chorus

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from Eight Rows at a Time​/​On Decoration Day, track released November 19, 2013
Fred Love ... guitar/vocals
Reggie Greenlaw ... mandolin
Curtis Snook ... fiddle

Written by Fred Love

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Fred Love Ames, Iowa

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Fred Love is an Americana singer, songwriter and guitarist from Ames, Iowa. He mixes country and roots influences with a DIY/punk delivery to create a ruggedly original musical approach. He often performs as a solo artist but also teams up with drummer Cal Rebuhn and bassist Pat Blair, forming a sizzling cowpunk three-piece known as Fred Love and the Bakersfield Brawl. ... more

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