[Lyric] Them Bakersfield Boys (Brahms' Third Racket)

Who’s been making that god awful noise?
I do believe it’s them Bakersfield boys
Who decides if you don’t get a choice
My best guess - the Bakersfield boys

Bakersfield boys have got a plan
To protect their farms from the government man
To keep their fields in friendly hands
And long haired hippies away from their lands

Who's the bunch that Obama annoys?
I do believe it's them Bakersfield boys
Who ignores what logic destroys?
Once again, them Bakersfield boys

Richie and Mikey don’t have a clue
Scotty and Bobby don’t know what to do
Teddy and Uki, big dumb Frankie
Nebby’s so old, he’s gettin' kinda cranky

They stuck their straws in the muddy depths
And ran the engines with no regrets
Flooded crops with drowning dreams
Under the cover of misty moonbeams
Bakersfield boys taking up the front row
At a Buck Owens country pickin’ show
Nothing fallen’ from the sky
So they’re gonna hit the pumps until the wells run dry

Who plays with their guns like toys?
I do believe it's them Bakersfield Boys
Who behind that ear splittin' noise?
Once again, them Bakersfield boys

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Them Bakersfield boys
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