Sweet Allis Chalmers
William Caswell
Sweet Allis Chalmers Iâve rode you so long,
I feel like Iâm glued to your wheel.
Your rusty exhaust pipe, she sings me a song
That sounds just as bad as I feel.
But day after day, Lord, ainât nothinâ to do
But point this old tractor ahead.
I wish I was drinkinâ a bottle or two
And lovinâ some sweet thing instead.
Got a sweet runninâ tractor, a four-bottom plow,
But they canât take the place of my St Joseph gal.
I had me a pretty woman from up by St. Joe
We lived over yonder a ways.
She swore that sheâd love me with body and soul
âtil she just up and left me one day.
A man could go crazy, stone deaf and blind
Fightinâ a four-bottom plow.
Watchinâ the black dirt roll over behind
With the sun beatinâ down on his brow
Got a sweet runninâ tractor, a four-bottom plow,
But they canât take the place of my St Joseph gal.
Sweet Allis Chalmers Iâve rode you so long,
I feel like Iâm glued to your wheel.
Your rusty exhaust pipe, she sings me a song
That sounds just as bad as I feel.