God knows I’m the last person on Earth to know anything anything about wheat harvesting, even though I feel like a real slack asshole for having lived in Kansas so long to still be so ignorant on the subject. This song is an historical redneck ballad to riding the combine. And eating pickled eggs. While wearing alligator boots. Other side is a surprisingly dirty outlaw-country fantasy. Here’s the kicker though. I am pretty sure sure that “Terry Sherman” is a high school teach in Topeka. I don’t want to out the dude, so just trust me on this on.
I have found LOTS of stuff from Topeka recently. Makes me really wonder what happened to that town. Sad!