[Verse 1] My boy climbed up slow Hands small on that wheel Grandpa’s faded seat Still smells like old steel I told him, “Ease it out” Let the clutch find the bite Sun on that hood paint And a lesson in the light [Pre-Chorus] I can still hear Dad Say, “Boy, don’t you rush” Every line in that dirt Was a love in the dust [Chorus] Teaching my children how to drive On grandpa’s old John Deere forty series tractor Ripping through the fields with the wind in our hair Ripping through the fields, we were laughing out there (Grandpa’s old John Deere) (Grandpa’s forty series) [Verse 2] The tires cut the clay Like a hymn through the corn Little feet on the floor Where my own used to warm He looked back at me With that fearless grin And I saw all my years Fold up into him [Pre-Chorus] Same worn wheel Same cracked dash Different little hands But the same wide path [Chorus] Teaching my children how to drive On grandpa’s old John Deere forty series tractor Ripping through the fields with the wind in our hair Ripping through the fields, we were laughing out there (Grandpa’s old John Deere) (Grandpa’s forty series) [Bridge] Someday I’ll stand there When the world takes his name And I’ll hear that engine Like a prayer through the grain If the whole farm goes quiet And the seasons move on That old green machine Will keep pulling us home [Chorus] Teaching my children how to drive On grandpa’s old John Deere forty series tractor Ripping through the fields with the wind in our hair Ripping through the fields, we were laughing out there (Grandpa’s old John Deere) (Grandpa’s forty series)
