Mall Music 1

[Verse] Down a gravel road in the dark of night, I saw a sight that gave me quite a fright. Undead farmers, rising from their graves, Starting up their tractors, joining eerie parades. [Verse 2] Cornfields swayin', moonlight shining cold, Rotting hands on the wheel, stories untold. Plowing fields like they did in life, Now they're ghostin' crops, causing rural strife. [Chorus] Zombies on tractors in the heartland, Sowing fear with their undead hand. Rusty engines chuggin' through the rows, Echoing the past, where the wild wind blows. [Verse 3] Farm dogs howlin', chickens runnin' scared, Bats in the barn, darkness everywhere. Old man Jenkins said he seen it too, "Those dead farmhands still got work to do." [Bridge] They ain't after brains, just their daily toil, Raising crops from the haunted soil. They’ll harvest your wheat, bale your hay, Who knew the dead worked for fair pay? [Verse 4] Rain or shine, they're up with the dawn, Ghostly plows carving lines on the lawn. Neighbors whisper, but they can't deny, Zombies on tractors ’neath that country sky.