Tractors, dirt roads, mud in my boots.

[Verse 1] Well, I woke up this mornin' to the rooster's crow, Grabbed my hat, my boots, and my good ol' hoe. Headed out yonder to the break of day, On my trusty red tractor, makin' my way. [Chorus] Tractors, dirt roads, mud in my boots, That's the way we roll, ain't no substitutes. With the sun beatin' down and the sky so blue, Livin' life on the farm, that's what we do. [Verse 2] Got fields to plow, got seeds to sow, Got dreams to chase down these dusty roads. Ain't no fancy cars or city lights, Just me and my tractor, workin' through the night. [Chorus] Tractors, dirt roads, mud in my boots, That's the way we roll, ain't no substitutes. With the sun beatin' down and the sky so blue, Livin' life on the farm, that's what we do. [Bridge] Well, I may not have riches, may not have fame, But I got my land, and that's all the same. I'll take a cold beer by the bonfire's glow, With my boots in the mud and my heart all aglow. [Instrumental Interlude] [Chorus] Tractors, dirt roads, mud in my boots, That's the way we roll, ain't no substitutes. With the sun beatin' down and the sky so blue, Livin' life on the farm, that's what we do. [Outro] So here's to the farmers, the ones who know, Life's about hard work and watchin' things grow. With tractors, dirt roads, and mud in our boots, We'll keep on rollin', nothin' can dilute. [Banjo Solo] [Bass Solo] [Harmonica Solo] [Fade] [End]