The song that I'm to sing to you
Remembers the ole John Deere
That spent a night in a hay field
With the forest at it's rear
The poplar leaves were golden
The air was filled with hay
The rancher's throat was dry
The tractor's coat was grey
And when the "Deere" coughed out: "I'm dry",
The rancher headed home
Gas up tomorrow, just for one night
He'd leave the Deere alone
The rancher greeted the next day
With words I cannot say
The paper told the countryside
The "wrong deere has died"
When hunters roam the forest, friend
Don't wave yourself about
And for the hunters who like to read -
Don't leave your tractor out