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"John Deer Tires Tearing Up" - Southern Wild Roses

John Deer Tires Tearing Up Buddy’s heart still hurt, she ran off too fast, Time to fix what’s broken, leave the past in the past. Island on the horizon, sun settin’ low, Tonight we settle scores, let the good times roll. Packed up the trucks, tailgates down, Got cooler full of beer, and a map to that town, Laughin’ loud, wind blowin’ through our hair, Gonna find that island, no worries, no cares. Now let's get drunk on some beers, Park our trucks in a large circle, Headlights lighting up some John Deeres, Kicking up dust ‘til the night disappears. Now those John Deere tires tearin’ up, Mud and grass flyin’ out in clumps, Wake up in the morning with no regrets, Just a bunch of boys free and lettin’ loose, Racin’ John Deeres as we tear it up. Noon sun hittin’, heads poundin’ loud, Stomachs rollin’, we’re a miserable crowd, Swearin’ off the whiskey, at least for a while, But we’ll be back on that dirt with a grin and a smile. Throw your hands up, let the mud fly high, Engines roarin’, stars lightin’ up the sky, Every tire spin tells a story tonight, We’re just a bunch of boys doin’ it right. Now let's get drunk on some beer, Park our trucks in a large circle, Headlights lighting up some John Deeres, Kicking up dust ‘til the mornin' appears. Now those John Deere tires tearin’ up, Mud and grass flyin’ out in clumps, Wake up in the morning with no regrets, Just a bunch of boys free and lettin’ loose, Racin’ John Deeres as we tear it up.