Letra de Tractors Don't Roll

Sunday mornin' salvation
Comin' through the stained glass
Starched white shirts, pretty dresses
Old Mr. Jones sneakin' a nap
We're singing just as I am
All the way down to the sixth verse
Then rushin'‚ out the door‚ mama prayin'
Lord‚ don't let the roast be burned
That's Sunday in a small town
Everything just slows down
After 6 days workin' hard
It's horseshoes in the backyard
Shade got it made
Pray for rain so the corn grows, amen
Wash the dirt off your John Deere soul
Lord knows it's the one day of the week
Tractors don't roll
Me and grandpa gonna baptize
Some crickets with a Zebco
The old ladies on the porch, rockin' babies
Talkin' bout how fast they grow
You curled up next to me girl
Feels like an answered prayer
Can't find the sign of the devil
Slippin' round…