John Deere "B"

Well I watched him from the window
As he parked across the lane
His face was red and sunburned
His clothes were old and stained
He wasn't a collector
He hadn't come for a bargain
He needed that old tractor
To farm that farm
It was a John Deere "B"
With a row cropped front end
Hand cranked in the flywheel
The original B
It won't work another field
Or farm another farm
Some restaurant up in Omaha
Is gonna park that on it's lawn

I watched him check the oil
I watched him set the spark
Pulled on that old pump
Lord, till he finally got it started
He listened to the motor
Then he set the time
And when he got it going
I watched him slowly smile
It was a John Deere "B"
With a row cropped front end
Hand cranked in the flywheel
The original B
It won't work another field
Or farm another farm
Some restaurant up in Omaha
Is gonna park that on it's lawn

And when the bidding started
I saw him twitch his eye
Then I saw I saw the mirror
When the bidding got to high
He turned and looked a couple times
Before he got into his car
And quietly he turned around
And drove out of the yard
It was a John Deere "B"
With a row cropped front end
Hand cranked in the flywheel
The original B
It won't work another field
Or farm another farm
Some restaurant up in Omaha
Is gonna park that on it's lawn