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Albums:

Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors (The Tractors) · Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Train Medley (Boxcar Willie) · The Best of Bill Medley (Bill Medley) · Sue Medley (Sue Medley) · Medley of 34 Golden Hits (Ruben) · 42 Christmas Favorites: A Piano Medley (Tom Chepokas) · 48 Polka and Waltz Medley (Frankie Yankovic) – and 6 other albums »


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
On that massey 2-4-0
But I was way too busy
Didn't really care to go
So he worked the fields alone
But what I didn't know

Up on that tractor
Things
the hayloft ladder
A girl like that's what a country boy's after
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
about stoppin' but he drove on by
'Cause he just can't bear to let go
After all it's the only life he's ever known

And the tractor keeps rolling
The dust
of the Mountain
A blue rich business man
Easin' in a Pentacon tractor
Doin' the best that he can

And if ya cousin stops by be sure to give a holler
They call
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’
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’
and snow
I'm at the mercy of it all
This life I choose
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
When that evenin' train goes by
Wish it could take me far away
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'
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
or a voice to say what I said (that's what I said)
now what if my soul stretched out for a mile
the shadow of some fool get disguised by some style
while
and snow
I'm at the mercy of it all
This life I choose
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
When that evenin' train goes by
Wish it could take me far away
tractor don't get no traction
Just doin' the best I can
Tryin' to make a stand
Laughin' and cryin'
Livin' and dyin' on down the line

I'll leave my
Baby take my arm,
Ain't hearin' nothin' such a beautiful sound?
We can take the tractor down the road, go walkin' 'round the bend
Lay by the river,
here
I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet
you say goodbye when you could say hello?

The path waits in my mind
The circus passes me by
And the tractor has stopped in a field
My heart commits
a tractor pull 
I'm haunted by my illicit, explicit dreams 
And I can't really wake up 
So I just drift in between 
Thinking the glass is half empty
at least 500 inches 
Cubic inches out of 75 recorded by law 
Ever had the feeling of pleasure 
Ever felt your eyes get shot 
So fall into the tractor
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
With my eyes closed and in the dark
This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
I knew the way by heart
And the house still looks the same
Though the name
and Jose Happiness
Drift with Smokey, Bill Medley, Bobby Taylor, and Otis Redding.
Soul music where frustrations are washed by drums, Nina and Miriam
Train death paintings, anti-meth murals
Color the ghettos of N. Dakota
Bismark tractor association, coffee and toothpaste
This was vacation
I
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
be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by
By, by, by.

Working on a sex
boy I helped the old man
Workin' in the fields
And everyday, we hauled the hay
To the rollin' of the wheels
'Til one day the tractor laid
The old