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farmer standing next to a hay bale
In a vibrant, pixelated world, a man wearing a red shirt and a straw hat stands in a field, holding a plow. The man appears to be a farmer, working diligently to cultivate the land. The field is filled with a sense of warmth and tranquility, as the man engages in his daily chores. The scene captures the essence of a bygone era, where manual labor and connection to the land were the norm.
Title: Pixelated Plow
Tags: Folk, Acoustic, Male Vocals
[Verse 1] In a pixelated world, so bright and wide, A man with a straw hat, a grin so wide. He’s got his plow, and he’s working the land, With dirt on his hands and his dreams in the sand. [Chorus] Oh, Pixelated Plow, you take me away, To a place where the fields meet the sky all day. With the plow in my hand and the sun in the sky, I’m farming my way, no need to ask why. [Verse 2] The earth is warm, and the breeze is so sweet, With every step, I’m tapping my feet. The pixels dance, and the world feels so right, In this pixel farm, it’s morning ‘til night. [Chorus] Oh, Pixelated Plow, you take me away, To a place where the fields meet the sky all day. With the plow in my hand and the sun in the sky, I’m farming my way, no need to ask why. [Bridge] Through the rows I go, plowing day and night, The pixels glow, it’s a farmer’s delight. I’m planting seeds and watching them grow, In this world of colors, I’m putting on a show. [Chorus] Oh, Pixelated Plow, you take me away, To a place where the fields meet the sky all day. With the plow in my hand and the sun in the sky, I’m farming my way, no need to ask why. [Outro] So if you see me with my straw hat high, Plowing in pixels beneath the blue sky, Come on over, and you’ll see, This pixelated farm is the place to be.