Tommy's Rusty Old Buckets

humorousacousticcountry

[Verse]
Tommy's got some tractors by the full moon's light,
Rusty old buckets, what a sorry sight,
They chug and they sputter, they cough and they wheeze,
You'd think they're powered by a swarm of bees.

[Verse 2]
With each turn of the key, there's a prayer and a groan,
Those tractors ain't moved far from their home,
They smell like old farts and a pile of hay,
Tommy swears they'll run, but not today.

[Chorus]
Tommy’s tractors, what a joke,
Every time he cranks 'em, he's blowin' smoke,
They're pieces of junk, but he's proud as can be,
"One day they'll run perfect, you just wait and see."

[Verse 3]
Every time we pass by, it's a scene to behold,
Tommy tinkering on tractors, braving the cold,
With a wrench in his hand and a curse on his lips,
He's fixin' those buckets for the hundredth trip.

[Verse 4]
Neighbors come laughing, they can't help but stare,
At the rusty old buckets with parts everywhere,
Tommy shakes his head and says with pride,
"They're temperamental, but it's quite a ride."

[Chorus]
Tommy’s tractors, what a joke,
Every time he cranks 'em, he's blowin' smoke,
They're pieces of junk, but he's proud as can be,
"One day they'll run perfect, you just wait and see."