I watch the farmer drive up in an old pickup truck
That looks like it’s kept together by all of the rust
As I listen seeing tears come to his eye
Talking how we use to walk the wheat field to remove the rye
Then he asked if I would like to go for a ride
With a hard jerk he spun the wheel on the old tractors side
The ride was bumpy and it made a loud sound
Because of the steel wheels as it hit the ground
So as I drive down the road headed for home I will remember the time
When that old farmer talked on how they use to make a dime