Lyrics:
snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light
A little bit of me and you doin' alright
A little bit of life
A little bit of tractor
A little bit of farm
a warning
Don't you step on my tractor blades
Hey devil, devil, he's on the fiddle
And he ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Vic Vella, tell the tax man
only a country girl can
Come on!
She ain't afraid to get a little dirt on her hands
She hop on my tractor while I'm plowin' the land
Rolls up her
feels right tonight
Sippin' on a little Bud Light tonight, yeah
You're feeling this vibe tonight
Baby girl come over you can ride tonight
On the tractor
She's ridin' on my tractor
She's beggin' to go faster, yeah
She's my little disaster
I'll never get past her, no
Even though I should
Drivin' 'round
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
really need to fuck it up
Take 'er to the pasture, maybe there I'll show her somethin
Just a perty country bumpkin
Ain't by luck I got her buckin
Like
Take a ride on big green tractor
Raise the rent as the mold grows larger
Fix the heat once Christmas is over
Six months without a shitter
Wrangle em
Gave that bitch my arrow and I made the pussy quiver
Just like Little Caesar's little 40 gon' deliver
She a nature lover, now we fuckin' by the river
Susie was a pearl of a woman
Jack was a golden man
She told him she'd love him forever
He gave her a wedding band
Their parents said they were
We up every morning at the break of dawn
Harvesting crops for babylon
We're the future not the past
Don't give us any crap if we smoke a little grass
In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth
I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth
My father was a farmer he'd go
just like a tractor
Out do the slacker, out grew the laughter
Graduated out the trap, but not a trapper
I'm the man, damn right
I'm the man, damn right
Tryin' to make a livin
That's the bottom line
It ain't easy tryin' to stretch
A nickle into a dime
Sweatin' for the dollar
Workin' for the man
waitin' on the rain
We're all a little different, but we're all the same
Everybody doin' their own thing
I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve
multiplicative
You a little man, peeped you are impotent
See my rhythm is a threat and it's immanent
And I'm so Detroit like I'm Eminem
And you cannot border me,
Somethin’ ‘bout his diesel’s got me comin’ undone
I’m always asking him for a ride
I got a one tractor mind (yeah)
I don’t like it when he leaves me all by
shirt off
Or let the rooster crow be your alarm clock
Then you ain't livin' yet
You've never thrown a line out from a jon boat
Got a little sideways
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,
Which eventually
Farmers you feeling this bring tractors
Filling holes filled up with those actors
Farmers you feeling this bring tractors
Filling holes filled up
boy I helped the old man
Workin' in the fields
And everyday, we hauled the hay
To the rollin' of the wheels
'Til one day the tractor laid
The old
hunkered down in the brush
I started sighting in my gear
Then this little green man appeared
And he looked right through my soul while in my eyes he stared
Shittin in the barn
Shittin in the barn
Sometimes you get that itching when you’re out there on the farm
You tried to floor that tractor home but you
the conversation crawl
You're gonna have to hang around
Long enough to hear me out
Some folks aren't happy like they are
Some wanna take things just a little
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