Lyrics:
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
to get on and move the tractor every time
And this way, of course, the horses will always go ahead
Sometimes you get trouble gettin them to stop, but
nobody else, yeah (need nobody else)
Little miss got her own change, yeah (own change)
Little miss I-Don't-Need-A-Man, yeah (need a man)
Little miss
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
Katie is A Tractor
One man reads the stacks of books
One fills the coffee vendor
On a hall one corner past the coldest blast of winter
(He says) "I
ain't gon' find
My daddy's tractor turned on it, his daddy bought and he owned it
Grew up and I grow shit on it, come on it, come on!
Can I get an uhhh
yellow tent by the frozen tractor
The music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played "Stavin' Chain"
And Mighty Tiny on the saw
And he threw his
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
Drop it boys
I say, "Hey man, what you doing later on?"
He said, "Oh man, I'm just hanging out later on"
I said, "I'll swing by and get you
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
A little tin man
Like a stick-figure tractor-bug
Has a fetish, has a plan
Find senior citizens and pull the plug
Tryina be sneaky but the iron bolts
The way I should?
Just act like a man and stay here
And stand by my side
I'll wait just a little more time
Just a little more time
To move in a new
Well I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times went by and though I tried,
a little talk with my baby's daddy
Gonna have him a son in law
Gonna marry that girl like it or not
That's if I don't get shot oh
By baby's daddy
Can't
everything stays the same
The morning alarm
The sunrise and skies
The birdsong and tractors rumble by.
Time for school and the bag on my back
Quietly
to college instead of driving a tractor
Never had nothing handed to him on a silver platter
It's hard to be a good man, good son, do something good that
There's a for sale sign on a big old rusty tractor
You can't miss it, Its the first thing that you see
Just up the road, a pale blue water tower
With
To create some kind of good will, and man
A little good will is something we could
Use right now all it takes
Is good will and a smile to breach
That language
About that time a car drove by
With an Ace Insurance bumper sticker
Well that must be the man been courtin' Abell
He's somethin' of a city slicker
(Ah,
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
Mommy's little helper pumpkin
Puppy dog, I'd fuck up suck trouble
Tractor mix your little pigtails Mr worst
Version of burden born dead
I'm over your
years
I know you feel the tears when the tractors in the parking lot
The seniors about to go, let the others take our spot
Keep Manchester with us as we
say I must be gay
This time she is pissed and man I know she's gonna go
She'll find a Mr. Normal then her life will be too slow
I know that you don't
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