His tractor is green and he drives it too fast
For he knows the summer is not gonna last
There’s crops to be brung in from fields that are steep
And he’s hardly a moment to shit or to sleep
Come winter, come summer, come autumn or spring
The roads are so narrow and the tractor is king
A tractor of yellow drags machinery wide
No room to pass him he touches the sides
And he’ll never pull in and he’ll never give way
Because he’s on his phone and there’s plenty to say
Come winter, come summer, come autumn or spring
The roads are so narrow and the tractor is king
This little blue tractor is lacking a cab
Because it’s being driven by a twelve-year-old lad
He’s bouncing about and he ain’t thrilled to bits
To be towing a trailer that’s piled high with shit
Come winter, come summer, come autumn or spring
The roads are so narrow and the tractor is king
We’re behind a red tractor and he’s going so slow
Coz his wipers have failed and it’s pissing with snow
But we’re not going to curse him no never, not we
For he’s ploughing a path so we get home for tea
Come winter, come summer, come autumn or spring
The roads are so narrow and the tractor is king
But whatever the day from the spring to December
There’s one tractor driver we always remember
A beast of a man built of anger and bones
Who lived in his tractor was never at home
Come winter, come summer, the children all know
That they’d better be careful of old Tractor Joe
Sometimes when the moon is as fat as a sow
You can still hear his tractor coming over the brow
The engine is racing as downhill it goes
And into the river to drown Tractor Joe
Come winter, come summer, one thing you can betcha
If you lose concentration your tractor will getcha
Come winter, come summer, wherever you go
When it’s moonlight at midnight you’ll hear Tractor Joe
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