Old Green Tractor

Going to the football game on Sunday afternoon
Meeting up with old time friends to watch the home team lose
Grandpa's at the side lines, he's cussin' up a storm
The referee has had enough and sends the old man home

Sitting in the village pub with all his old time buds
A coke for me and a beer for him and a dozen cigarette stubs
He's had a few, it's getting late, it's time to drive me home
He says "the cops got nothing on me, one more round before we go"

Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home
Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home

School is out, we're all grown up, but times are getting tough
He's gotten sick and he's gotten weak, the last few years were rough
A coke for him and a beer for me, it hurts to see his pain
He hates the smell of that hospital, but it's time to go again

In the end he found his peace, though the funeral was sad
The number of attending folks showed how many friends he had
I'd like to think he fired up that tractor one last time
And drove it home on a forest path out between the pines

Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home
Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home
Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home
Hitchin' a ride on that old green tractor, hitchin' a ride home