| Before the sun came up
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| He sipped that coffee black
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| Slid on his muddy boots
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| Pulled down his feed store cap
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| He taught me how to grease the points
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| On that Massey 2−4-0
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| But I was way too busy
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| Didn’t really care to go
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| So he worked the fields alone
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| But what I didn’t know
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| Up on that tractor
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| Things might be faster in the world
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| But big wheels rollin' slow
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| Help you see what’s important
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| What really does matter
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| Up on that tractor
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| Just like the dirt is black
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| So do the years fly by
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| He stayed at home with mom
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| I travelled far and wide
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| And like a good man does
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| He listened when I called
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| I told him bout my crazy life
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| And all the things I saw
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| But when it was time to go
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| He wanted me to know
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| Up on that tractor
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| Things might be faster in the world
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| But big wheels rollin' slow
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| Help you see what’s important
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| What really does matter
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| Up on that tractor
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| It tore my world apart
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| When God took him away
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| I didn’t get to say goodbye
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| And I miss him everyday
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| When all the fields grew up
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| This is right back where I cam
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| Up on that tractor
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| Things might be faster in the world
|
| But big wheels rollin' slow
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| Up on that tractor
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| Things might be faster in the world
|
| But big wheels rollin' slow
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| Help you see what’s important
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| What really does matter
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| Up on that tractor
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| Up on that tractor
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| Up on Dad’s tractor |