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Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors (The Tractors) · Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · The New Swing Collection: Swing Swing Swing (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Don't Watch That, Watch This! Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Don't Watch That, Watch This! Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Watch Your Candles Watch Your Knives (Marble Index) · Watch Your Candles Watch Your Knives (Marble Index) · Swing, Swing, Swing (Keely Smith) – and 90 other albums »


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
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
plastic stuff
Watch how miss Annie at the counter
Tells that story 'bout me wreckin' my truck

Welcome to the farm
Where you can roll your windows down
chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop"
"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop"

Tell me, toss another record on the platter
Have to see him
an arrowhead
A rope swing hangin' by a waterfall
And morning new, howdy moon, I thank God for

My redneck of the woods
A blue collar flag flyin' neighborhood
You stood out amongst the crowd and I was left without a doubt 
That you were meant for me 
So romanced was I by you, one dance and then I knew,
on over tonight we'll sit on the swing
Watch the pigs fly by flappin' their brand new wings
Just sit back and relax and watch me eat my hat
While a big ol'
And the young boy's line was 'I'll show you'
And the twenties was 'Watch me burn this fire'
And the thirties was 'Jesus, God, where did I go wrong?'
Swing by my way 

And, baby oh wee
Watch yourself you might be comin' home with me
Grab your purse and baby let me grab my keys
Let's get up out this
Swing by my way 

And, baby oh wee
Watch yourself you might be comin' home with me
Grab your purse and baby let me grab my keys
Let's get up out this
the hangman 
Or by the noose I swing
In the morning sun

Like a tipsy gypsy
Looking like I'd been had
But like the story says 
This wild-eyed boy is bad
and watch the world go by
Oh, let's just watch it all go by

While I pour you another one, lay down your weary head
Let my lap be your pillow, let my love be
We're just temporary souls in your common tractor

Scraping out the mold from an old reactor
Come on pretty baby, won't you take a taste with me
every word
Getting nothing in return

Come on and watch me bleed

Scrutinizing every move
And playing on my mood swing

I give you lies it's so
saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggas saying
Swing down,
greater struggles won by one
Oh my,
They tell me I might look like a fool
Oh no
Let me tell ya a little story that I learned in school!

Take five
the niggaz sayin 

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Fields are followed by fields
The village store opens whenever it likes
I drive behind tractors that drive behind families on bikes
The neighbourhood
six-fo')
with all the niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all
six-fo')
with all the niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all
tree, an altogether different tree
And you stayed so close beside me
Purring like a pussy

I watched the muddy eddies swirl
I swing and swing
six-fo')
with all the niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all
six-fo')
with all the niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all
six-fo')
with all the niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all
the songs I guess
The one that I love best
Is the Polka on an old Banjo.

And you start to bend
She takes you by the hand
And I begin to swing her
She