This here is the story 'bout a man who loved his tractor, his horse and Mama.
From sun up, till sun down,
Drove his tractor, all over town
Bob, Bob the Tractor Man,
Helpin out people whenever he can.
He plowed to the East, plowed to the West,
Came across a Damsel in distress,
Hooked up a chain, pulled her car out,
That's what is job is all about.
Bob, Bob the Tractor Man,
Drives his tractor as fast as he can,
Ridin tall, ridin proud,
Looks back over the land he's plowed.
Wears the same clothes , every day,
Dirt hides the color anyway,
Work's too improtant and he don't care,
He's not concerned 'bout the clothes he wears.
Now theres a woman in his life,
I'm not talkin 'but his wife,
They're not kin, but that's ok
Calls her Mama anyway.
Bob, Bob the Tractor Man,
Drives his tractor, fast as he can,
Ridin tall, ridin proud,
Looks back over the land he's plowed.
Sold him a horse, and they both went away,
Never did see him , since that day,
Then I heard, 'round Christmas time,
They were seen in the Valley Springs parade.
