Sweet Allis Chalmers
William Caswell
Sweet Allis Chalmers I’ve rode you so long,
I feel like I’m 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, ain’t nothin’ to do
But point this old tractor ahead.
I wish I was drinkin’ a bottle or two
And lovin’ some sweet thing instead.
Got a sweet runnin’ tractor, a four-bottom plow,
But they can’t 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 she’d love me with body and soul
‘til she just up and left me one day.
A man could go crazy, stone deaf and blind
Fightin’ a four-bottom plow.
Watchin’ the black dirt roll over behind
With the sun beatin’ down on his brow
Got a sweet runnin’ tractor, a four-bottom plow,
But they can’t take the place of my St Joseph gal.
Sweet Allis Chalmers I’ve rode you so long,
I feel like I’m glued to your wheel.
Your rusty exhaust pipe, she sings me a song
That sounds just as bad as I feel.
