Tractor Tires and Twang
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Field Hands
Verse 1
I got mud on my boots and a tune in my head,
Sun’s burnin’ down but I ain’t ready for bed.
Been plowin’ these fields since the crack of dawn,
But the night ain’t over ‘til the music’s on.
Well, the tractor’s hummin’, but that ain’t all,
There’s a guitar pick waitin’ down at the hall.
When the workday’s done and the stars hang high,
It’s tractor tires and twang, let’s kiss the sky!
Chorus
It’s tractor tires and twang, rollin’ down the road,
A little dirt, a little steel, where the wild winds blow.
From the cornfields to the stage, we’re kickin’ up the dust,
With a banjo pickin’ and a fiddle you can trust.
Life’s a little bit country, a little bit loud,
It’s the sound of the land, and I’m mighty proud.
So let the engine roar and the steel strings sang,
There ain’t nothin’ like tractor tires and twang!
Verse 2
I spent my day plowin’, now I’m pickin’ strings,
Swappin’ out my tools for a six-string thing.
From the barn to the bar, it’s all the same,
Sweat on my brow but I’m still in the game.
Got dirt on my hands and a beat in my soul,
Gonna hit that honkytonk, lose control.
The only thing smoother than this whiskey in my hand,
Is the twang of the steel in the local band!
Chorus
It’s tractor tires and twang, rollin’ down the road,
A little dirt, a little steel, where the wild winds blow.
From the cornfields to the stage, we’re kickin’ up the dust,
With a banjo pickin’ and a fiddle you can trust.
Life’s a little bit country, a little bit loud,
It’s the sound of the land, and I’m mighty proud.
So let the engine roar and the steel strings sang,
There ain’t nothin’ like tractor tires and twang!
Bridge
From the farm to the floor, from the wheel to the wood,
We’re spinnin’ out tunes just like I knew we could.
The rhythm of the road and the beat of the land,
Tire treads and twang in perfect demand.
We turn dirt into dreams and hard work into song,
With every chord I play, we’re where we belong.
Chorus
It’s tractor tires and twang, rollin’ down the road,
A little dirt, a little steel, where the wild winds blow.
From the cornfields to the stage, we’re kickin’ up the dust,
With a banjo pickin’ and a fiddle you can trust.
Life’s a little bit country, a little bit loud,
It’s the sound of the land, and I’m mighty proud.
So let the engine roar and the steel strings sang,
There ain’t nothin’ like tractor tires and twang!
Outro
Yeah, let the night roll on, the music never stops,
We’ve got tractor tires and twang, and we’re on top.
With the fields behind and the highway ahead,
It’s tractor tires and twang, ‘til the sun turns red!
Last Updated on July 5, 2026 by Alan Nafzger
Originally posted 2017-09-05 01:54:10.