It's all backed up on the interstate So I took a shortcut down a two-lane And just my luck, I got stuck behind a tractor Every car in line behind me is pissed And none of us know which farm is his And how long we'll be stuck behind a tractor Well, I could cuss or I could just Roll the windows down and turn the radio up And watch the sundown Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold Pray to God and talk to mama On the phone as long as she wants Whoa, get a little faster Whoa, to all that really matters Put my worries in the wind And let 'em float on off to pasture Take a little time to make some time Stuck behind a tractor I could lean on in and lay on the horn Or scoot the seat back a little bit more 'Til he pulls off, hey it don't really matter (no!) And until he does, I might as well Tell my mad to go to hell Enjoy my life here stuck behind a tractor And watch the sundown Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold Pray to God and talk to mama On the phone as long as she wants Whoa, get a little faster Whoa, to all that really matters Put my worries in the wind And let 'em float on off to pasture Take a little time to make some time Stuck behind a tractor I think I might take a little drive Same time, same road next week Pray that I get stuck behind A little more John Deere therapy And watch the sundown Salt the wheatfields and turn it gold Pray to God and talk to mama On the phone as long as she wants Whoa, get a little faster Whoa, to all that really matters Put my worries in the wind And let 'em float on off to pasture Take a little time to make some time Stuck behind a tractor Yeah, stuck behind a tractor Take a little time to make some time Stuck behind a tractor