FRIENDS WITH TRACTORS

(by Rodney Atkins)

I sat beside a man from Hollywood, 
  California on a plane
He said he had rich and famous friends, 
  yeah he liked dropping names
I said, "Well, howdy do, that's good for you, 
  I dig a lot of those actors
But son you ain't got a thing on me, 
  see I got friends with tractors"

	They'll grow your groceries, haul a load
	  Pull you out and fix the road
	They're good at slowing speeders down
	  When they pass through from out of town
	I'll live out in the country
	  Happily ever after
	I got everything I need 
	  'cause I got friends with tractors

On Friday night we hit the woods, 
  go bogging in our trucks
It's just about a guarantee 
  some good old boy gets stuck
Where I come from, you can bet your butt 
  a mud hole ain't a factor
I'll sink mine to the floorboards 
  'cause I got friends with tractors

	And they'll grow your groceries, ...

I've been to fancy five star restaurants
  And I left there barely [fed] filled 
They charged me for the water, 
  the butter and the bread
That gourmet meal looked more to me 
  like fish bait on a cracker
But I'll stay fat and happy 
  'cause I got friends with tractors

	And they'll grow your groceries, ...

	I'll live out in the country
	  Happily ever after
	I got everything I need
	  'cause I got friends with tractors

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