Lyrics:
sitting by my right
Let's rent a tractor trailer
Who knows where we will park
As long as we're together
We'll drive until we're far
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
sweater
He told me that it's scientifically proven if you're doing math sweaters are better
Sweaters, tractors, banjos
The perfect combination
Singin' in
how
I’m barely getting by here on my own
So I’ll take the tractor ‘round one time
Write another song to free my mind
And I promise I’ll sing it to you
Sunday
After church we go to eat
By the time it was time to leave
The sun had beat us home
The shed and the barn
And the tractor was the farm
drivin' a tractor
Find a sweet little thang, wears your ball cap backwards
Kinda place you can't wait to leave but nobody does
'Cause you'd miss it too
when you're around
It's the way I wanna keep it
I'ma feelin' good 'bout where we're at
But if you wanna lay on the gas
We can get to forever fast
driving a tractor
Find a sweet little thing, wears your ball cap backwards
Kinda place you can't wait to leave but nobody does
'Cause you miss it too
like Ness
The BX where they started rap
But 2 Raw For The Streets
Is what started Smack and who started that?
Philly nigga
Ask Gilly nigga it's all
take a look at the crib
Dumb ass pussy bet you don't even fit
Ima walk in the room with my hand on my dick (Yeah)
Old tractor I'll show you where it is
of nowhere place where we take it slow
Aw, but they don't know
All they see is tractors, barbwire and tall green grass
They don't see the years spent
doing fine
But that's a thin line
That's the wrong line
Where's the right line?
Mother called to tell me
That the cat was run over
By a tractor
When she
Your love, oh yeah
Where's it gone
Where's it gone, babe
Now I know that we've been trippin' for some time
It's been hard, but I know
and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it
I went from having somebody managing me
To me hiring the person that works my
frustrated
It always ends in a fight
Why bring out a candle when you won’t even see the light?
And every time you make me cry
And every time you make me cry
She likes and ice cold bud pressed against her hand,
Standin' on the porch lookin' across my land,
Seeing a bass hit that top water,
Knew it was
hip to sing about tractors, trucks,
Little towns, or mama, yeah that might be true.
But this is country music and we do
Do you like to drink a cold
I got power
Blast that shit make it louder
I'm in that wraith make it louder
Now I'm the king I got power
My ice dripping like a shower
Stackin money
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
You see that
What the heck is that thing
Well it looks like a boat no
I think it's a truck
No that's not it
Could it be a boat truck
I'm headed
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah, their American dream
It's all about the green
Oh, but where I come from
It's a little
you more. I need more hugs that make me smile more and more. I wanna hear the words that you would always say. As long as it makes you happy, never give
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
Talladega's made for racing
Tearing that Alabama pavement up
Whiskey's made for getting there quick
When the cold beer ain't enough
We wish
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