Tommy's Tractors

countryhumorous

[Verse]
Tommy's got a fleet of tractors, lord, what a sight,
Rusty old buckets, ain't a single one right.
They smell like old farts right down to the core,
Each one a piece of junk, can't take any more.

[Verse 2]
Out in the field, they creak and they groan,
Leakin’ oil like a fountain, straight down to the bone.
They stall out and sputter, drivin' us mad,
Tommy just laughs, says it's not so bad.

[Chorus]
Tommy's old tractors, what a friggin' mess,
Tryin' to fix 'em, I don't know what's best.
Patchin' ‘em up with duct tape and string,
Prayin' every day, they might do somethin'.

[Verse 3]
Plowin’ the fields, they barely get by,
Clouds of smoke risin’ up to the sky.
Neighbors all stare like we're puttin' on a show,
Tommy just waves and gives it a go.

[Verse 4]
Revvin’ the engine, it starts with a pop,
Horses all scatter, dogs bark non-stop.
Every bolt’s loose, the gears all grind,
Tommy’s old tractors, a true one of a kind.

[Chorus]
Tommy's old tractors, what a friggin' mess,
Tryin' to fix 'em, I don't know what's best.
Patchin' ‘em up with duct tape and string,
Prayin' every day, they might do somethin'.