Like A John Deere

When a city girl starts taking back the love she gave away,
A good ol' boy with caulised hands he don't know what to say,
He ain't good at giving up no matter how it hurts,
All he knows in this world is how to make things work.

If hearts were built like John Deere tractors they'd be happy ever after,
Strong and true and tough and made of steel,
They'd pull through when times get hard never fall apart,
If hearts were built like a John Deere.

All she left was just a trail of dust across the farm,
He just turned and shook his head and walked back to the barn,
He's got questions about love he never thought he'd have,
In his mind when something's made it should be made to last.

If hearts were built like John Deere tractors they'd be happy ever after,
Strong and true and tough and made of steel,
They'd pull through when times get hard never fall apart,
If hearts were built like a John Deere.

Like a John Deere...