Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck Yeah their American dream It's all about the green Over where I come from It's a little different son. It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot And her eyes everyday lookin’ back at me Yeah, that’s my shades of green Hangin’ in the woods with an ole' bird dog Us boys ’round here where'd ever fall from head to toe Yeah, that’s the way we roll And some put it on with the gun in their hands And wear it each day, fightin’ for this land Like my daddy did. that was back in ’66 It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me Yeah, that’s my shades of green Yeah it's all around, from big cities to small towns It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot And her eyes every day lookin’ back at me Oh it's her eyes everyday lookin' back at me Yeah, that’s my shades of green.. Oh yeah, thats a country boys shade of green Layin' in my bed, alarm goin' off Get my feet on the floor, turn the TV on CNN That stock market’s down again