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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #50
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Zan Cantwell
Rights
2007
Uploaded
March 05, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
Lyrics
God and John Deere
James Robert Fitch pulled out a bandanna and wiped off the sweat from his brow
Stared out at the sun baked south Kansas landscape that waited neath his feet for the plow
Black flies swarmed around his hat like a halo as he wondered how his crops would do this year
As he scans the sky for clouds, he prays out loud ?Thank God and my old John Deere?
The old girl burns a little oil, there?s duct tape on the hoses, the seats held on with bailing twine
There?s an old rag for a gas cap, no she aint much to look at, but she still turns over every time
His old hands are aching as he turns another row, arthritis makes it hard to steer
But as long as he is able to put food on the table he?ll thank God and that old John Deere
Well, it?s just a hundred acres, wood and field that he calls home
Just a hundred acres that his Daddy handed down
You can?t count on luck or weather they?re bound to change from year to year
Two thing you can rely on; God and that old John Deere
There?s a Walmart going up out on Bierbaums? back forty, they cleared Helsels? wood for a hotel
They say that it?s progress, but it seems more of a damn mess, now they can?t drink the water from the well
Five generations of Fitchs' tilled this soil but his sons have watched the old ways disappear
They can?t understand his love for this land and his faith in God and that old John Deere
Well, it?s just a hundred acres, wood and field that he calls home
Just a hundred acres that his Daddy handed down
You can?t count on luck or weather they?re bound to change from year to year
Just two things he can rely on; God and that old John Deere
Thank God and that old John Deere
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