Round Bale Wrastlin'

We wrastle on the round bales piled three bales high
If you fall from the top row you are definitely going to die
It's a total melee 'til your little brother cries
We wrastle on the round bales piled three bales high
I don't know why
It just feels good to me
I don't know why
We wrastle in the square bales in your step dad's barn
We hollow out a UFC-style hay bale octagon
I try to drop an elbow and I almost break my arm
We wrastle in the square bales in your step dad's barn
I don't know why
It just feels good to me
I don't know why



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Tompkins
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