Tractor Man

I miss my life out on the shooting range
I know my water couldn’t fit my rage
And after hours when I’m out at the bar
I fly high, but I don’t fly far
And if the work would keep me up all night
Tractor man, home at half past ten
I wanna go out in the village again
Sell my trouble to the nearest man
Tractor man, tractor man
Tractor man, tractor man
Tractor man