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Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, yonder here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
might be faster in the world
But big wheels rollin' slow
Help you see what's important
What really does matter
Up on that tractor

Just like
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
old gray mules

The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
hat down low,
Get back to my roots, by a full moon glow

I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there
On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this fourth of July
Night ride home

Hula girls
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this fourth of July
Night ride home

Hula girls
now
Take it on in the house
Shut it down

Ooh, big, blue sky, half-plowed field
Bird on a fender, tractor sittin’ still

Any hay to make can wait for
She likes to watch him out the window
Goin’ ‘round in circles under the sun
Somethin’ ‘bout a man on a tractor
With his hat on backwards
Lookin’
Big coals, corn rows, barbed wires, bows and hides, dirt roads
Tractors, trucks and overalls
Copper heads, grig beds, pickup a rock and find
whispered in my ear:

Meet me in the barn, way out in the pasture
Turn off your headlights, park by the tractor
Sneak in the backdoor, so we don't get
how the experts
Kill us a Friday night

We drive out in the country
To set something on fire
And set an ice cold beer on a tractor tire
Underachievers
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line

The sound of a whistle at the crossin' road
And the tanks and the trucks and the tractors on the flatcar load
tractor
Gonna take the bodies inside
Betty Lou will bring the sawdust
And I've got the formaldehyde

I'm callin' up my neighbors
Tell 'em all to drop by
to do:
The tractor's on its way".
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed
To keep the old line going.
And we'll stand you abreast
Train death paintings, anti-meth murals
Color the ghettos of N. Dakota
Bismark tractor association, coffee and toothpaste
This was vacation
I
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks
It's got old Hank crankin' way up loud
Got
Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor
At the low water bridge
Pulling the young drinkers across
He's dragging so many on this Saturday night
I
the tractor rut

Which eventually pulled out the Ford


Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck

?cept the big old four by hutterite truck

We
the Ford


Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck

?cept the big old four by hutterite truck

We all thought ?lord are we in luck!?

But he wouldn?t
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
A glass ravine / The low clouds which wink
The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig
Wide rutted streets
"666 Park Avenue", yells a big red sign
o'their tails was a waggin' 
Under the old horse-shoe 
That night the animals fell off the wagon 
And a tractor or two 

Well they was out in
Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County
Way out on 109
Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors
Are covered in Kudzu vines
For eighty-five