Gord Bamford - Tractor Town Lyrics

I grew up in a tractor town
Where the sun goes down on the corn field
Where every trucks got a dash full of dust
Or a bed full of feed from the feed mill
The ladies at the church make quilts for the poor
And our favourite colour is Kubota orange

In a tractor town
Where the wheels go round
And you better slow down for the farmer
The dirt ain't red
Good livin' ain't dead
And you get ahead workin' harder
And everybody knows
Heaven can be found
In a tractor town

Local buzz at the coffee shop is the price of crops and the weather
The front-page news is a ribbon of blue on the county fair champion heifer
We wave to the cops and we stand for the flag
And I can't wait til I go back

To a tractor town
Where the wheels go round
And you better slow down for the farmer
The dirt ain't red
Good livin' ain't dead
And you get ahead workin' harder
And everybody knows
Heaven can be found
In a tractor town

In a tractor town
Where the wheels go round
And you better slow down for the farmer
The dirt ain't red
Good livin' ain't dead
And you get ahead workin' harder
And everybody knows
Heaven can be found

In a tractor town
Where the wheels go round
And you better slow down for the farmer
The dirt ain't red
Good livin' ain't dead
And you get ahead workin' harder
And everybody knows
Heaven can be found
Everybody knows
Heaven can be found
In a tractor town

In a tractor town