Woke up late, them kids in a tizzy Missed the bus, now things got tricky
Strapped my boots, said come on here We're taking that old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails flyin, folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
Teenage son slid down in his seat Prayin' the whole town won't see his defeat
Youngest daughter's wavin, yellin, yee-haw I'm just smilin, takin' pride in my flaw
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Horns from the cars and the neighbors cheer Makin' mornin' memories on the old John Deere
Principal stepped out, hands on her hips Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails fly and folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
Randy Boothe - Old John Deer Lyrics
Randy Boothe - Old John Deer Lyrics
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Woke up late, them kids in a tizzy Missed the bus, now things got tricky
Strapped my boots, said come on here We're taking that old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails flyin, folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
Teenage son slid down in his seat Prayin' the whole town won't see his defeat
Youngest daughter's wavin, yellin, yee-haw I'm just smilin, takin' pride in my flaw
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Horns from the cars and the neighbors cheer Makin' mornin' memories on the old John Deere
Principal stepped out, hands on her hips Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails fly and folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
Strapped my boots, said come on here We're taking that old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails flyin, folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
Teenage son slid down in his seat Prayin' the whole town won't see his defeat
Youngest daughter's wavin, yellin, yee-haw I'm just smilin, takin' pride in my flaw
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Horns from the cars and the neighbors cheer Makin' mornin' memories on the old John Deere
Principal stepped out, hands on her hips Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
Ridin' the tractor to the schoolyard gates Teenagers groanin' but the little ones elate
Dust trails fly and folks wave as we steer Nothin' beats a school run on the old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Little ones asked if we could do another round
Yes, I'm a chauffeur with style, my dear The coolest dad drivin' an old John Deere
The big kids swore they'd pack and leave town Said, Randy, what's this? Are you pullin' tricks
I tipped my hat, said no ma'am, it's clear These kids are on time thanks to my John Deere
Writer: Randy Boothe
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