Friends with Tractors Rodney Atkins

[Verse 1]
I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California, on a plane
He said he had rich and famous friends, yeah, he liked droppin' names
I said, "Well, howdy do? That's good for you, I dig a lot of those actors
But, son, you ain't got a thing on me, see, I got friends with tractors"

[Chorus]
They'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town
I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors

[Verse 2]
On Friday night, we hit the woods, go boggin' in our trucks
It's just about a guarantee some good ol' boy get stuck
Where I come from, you can bet your butt a mud hole ain't a factor
I'll sink mine to the floorboard 'cause I got friends with tractors

[Chorus]
And they'll grow your groceries, haul a load
Pull you out and fix the road
They're good at slowin' speeders down
When they pass through from out of town
I'll live out in the country happily ever after
I got everything I need 'cause I got friends with tractors
Yeehaw