Sweet Allis Chalmers

Sweet Allis Chalmers, I’ve rode you so long
I feel like I’m glued to your wheel
Your rusty exhaust pipe, she hums me a song
That sounds just as bad as I feel

But day after day Lord, ain’t nothin’ to do
But point this old tractor ahead
I wish I was drinkin’ a bottle or two
And lovin’ some sweet thing instead

Got a sweet runnin’ tractor, a four-bottom plow
But they can’t take the place of my Saint Joseph gal

I had me a pretty woman, from up by Saint Joe
We lived over yonder a ways
And she swore that she’d love me with body and soul
‘Till she just up and left me one day

A man could go crazy, stone deaf and blind
Fightin’ a four-bottom plow
Watchin’ the black dirt roll over behind
With the sun beatin’ down on his brow

Got a sweet runnin’ tractor, a four-bottom plow
But they can’t take the place of my Saint Joseph gal

Sweet Allis Chalmers, I’ve rode you so long
I feel like I’m glued to your wheel
Your rusty exhaust pipe, she hums me a song
That sounds just as bad as I feel