He’s on the back of an old new tractor
Blowing off steam in the bowels of old Sycamore Springs.
I’ll have taste of whatever he’s got. Oh man, oh lord.
I spent one day in West Lafayette with a communist, a republican and a democrat
But I got a conservative opinion that
I’ll break off your troubles with a hammer’s head
It’s just too bad that grandma got to you instead
I resent the fact that she did that to you
You’re a poor man too with all to loose but don’t
Hang yourself from a noose quite yet cause
We’re all done packing up and we’ve got chains
We’re heading to the mountains for the snowy lanes
I would be your new heart now
My God you’re a little bit like a child
But God damn man you’re so, so wild
I love you more than I love
My cars in the shop with a bullet hole
Trips down to TJ don’t do them no more
Would you give your life to me?
While you were dreaming
The count on the party was pretty high
And Opa caught your drift. Signaling later and a turn to the south he left all alone.
While you were dreaming
I will perceive you as a man, a grandpa man, an Opa man
I love the cans dating back to 1922
I set my foot on the rock of truth and like an idiot I forgot to commit to the chariot
Like a new born child I can see your love in an accent I can call my own
We’re all done packing up and we’ve got chains
We’re heading to the mountains for the snowy lanes
I would be your new heart now
My God you’re a little bit like a child
But God damn man you’re so, so wild
I love you more than I love
My cars in the shop with a bullet hole
Trips down to TJ don’t do them no more
Would you give your life to me?
While you were dreaming
The count on the party was pretty high
