Red Iron Legacy

[Verse] In the barn at break of dawn, she sits in quiet pride, Farmall 560 waits to take her place by my side, Grandpa’s hands built her strong, to plow these fields we roam, That old red iron legacy, the backbone of our home. [Verse 2] Summers in the setting sun, hear her engine hum, Memories of endless work, where we all come from, Generations in the seat, learning how to steer, The stories of our family, whispered in her ear. [Chorus] Oh, the Farmall 560, cutting furrows deep, Tilling all our yesterdays, sowing what we keep, Through the seasons on this land, she’s served without a fail, Farmall’s in our history, she’s the hero of our tale. [Verse 3] The seasons come and seasons go, crops rise from the earth, In each row she pulls along, we know the promise of rebirth, Her tires grip the hallowed ground, each pass a sacred trek, Honoring the ones before, she carries on their neck. [Verse 4] Rust and age may take their toll, but she still proudly stands, Bearing witness to the toil of these calloused hands, Though shiny paint may fade away, her heart remains so true, In the fields she’ll ever stay, strong and ever new. [Chorus] Oh, the Farmall 560, cutting furrows deep, Tilling all our yesterdays, sowing what we keep, Through the seasons on this land, she’s served without a fail, Farmall’s in our history, she’s the hero of our tale.