Tractor Town

Lotta John Does lotta John Deeres here

Lotta trucks running in granny gear here

Lotta wind rows fence posts

We got those stop signs with bullet holes

Wake up with the sun fall asleep to the crickets

Never known nothing bout a New York minute

When your living in a tractor town

It moves slow like the wheels go round

Pass a little time with some paper sack brown

Get some mud on your boots where your roots go down

Make one of them getaway pacts with your buddies

When your time comes if your lucky man

You’ll end up on the other side of the dirt

That you pushed around

In a tractor town

Got my first kiss drank my first beer here

Lotta memories and miles on good years here

Ya get baptized in your home team colors

Get the work from your daddy for a truck for the summer

When you’re living in a tractor town

You’re cranking up that country sound