Tractor’s Don’t Roll

Lyrics
Sunday mornin' salvation Comin' through the stained glass Starched white shirts, pretty dresses Old Mr. Jones sneakin' a nap We're singing just as I am All the way down to the sixth verse Then rushin'' out the door' mama prayin' Lord' don't let the roast be burned That's Sunday in a small town Everything just slows down After 6 days workin' hard It's horseshoes in the backyard Shade got it made Pray for rain so the corn grows, amen Wash the dirt off your John Deere soul Lord knows it's the one day of the week Tractors don't roll Me and grandpa gonna baptize Some crickets with a Zebco The old ladies on the porch, rockin' babies Talkin' bout how fast they grow You curled up next to me girl Feels like an answered prayer Can't find the sign of the devil Slippin' round…
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