Round Bale Wrastlin' Songtext
von Mr. Husband

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