Tractor

It’s all backed up on the interstate
So I took a shortcut down a two-lane
And just my luck, I got stuck behind a tractor
Every car in line behind me is pissed
And none of us know which farm is his
And how long we’ll be stuck behind a tractor
Well, I could cuss or I could just
Roll the windows down and turn the radio up
And watch the sundown
Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold
Pray to God and talk to mama
On the phone as long as she wants
Whoa, get a little faster
Whoa, to all that really matters
Put my worries in the wind
And let 'em float on off to pasture
Take a little time to make some time
Stuck behind a tractor
I could lean on in and lay on the horn
Or scoot the seat back a little bit more
'Til he pulls off, hey it don’t really matter (no!)
And until he does, I might as well
Tell my mad to go to hell
Enjoy my life here stuck behind a tractor
And watch the sundown
Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold
Pray to God and talk to mama
On the phone as long as she wants
Whoa, get a little faster
Whoa, to all that really matters
Put my worries in the wind
And let 'em float on off to pasture
Take a little time to make some time
Stuck behind a tractor
I think I might take a little drive
Same time, same road next week
Pray that I get stuck behind
A little more John Deere therapy
And watch the sundown
Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold
Pray to God and talk to mama
On the phone as long as she wants
Whoa, get a little faster
Whoa, to all that really matters
Put my worries in the wind
And let 'em float on off to pasture
Take a little time to make some time
Stuck behind a tractor
Yeah, stuck behind a tractor
Take a little time to make some time
Stuck behind a tractor