THE FLEET

[Intro]
Fifteen rigs on the yard.
Not one of 'em started this year.
Rancher's arithmetic.

[Verse 1]
Old red Massey with a wire holdin the hood shut
Yellow Deere on blocks, brother, ain't been touched
Blue Ford tractor got a rat's nest in the block
Grey Case, she moved once when I bought her, then she stopped
Three-quarter with a bad injector pump, been meanin to swap it since May
Ninety-seven half-ton, she runs, but her brakes are decorative
Skid-steer moved dirt once, now it's a bird house
Bailer sittin in the alfalfa like a monument

[Pre-Chorus]
Neighbour rolls by with a truck that's brand new
Wave through the dust, brother, wave through the blue
He asked me how many I got, I lost count at nine
And every one of 'em got a story and none of 'em run right

[Chorus]
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay
So I'm sittin on the porch and I'm breathin real slow
'Cause the fleet ain't goin nowhere, and neither am I though
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay

[Verse 2]
Why don't I buy new? Ask Mother Nature, she'll tell you
Prayed for rain once and she gave me forty days for the review
Prayed for sun once, brother, she gave me drought til July
Prayed for a break, she gave me hail the size of a dime
So I don't pray for equipment no more, I just pray for parts
And I trust the old iron 'cause the old iron got heart
New machine's gotta earn its scratch on my dirt
And Mother Nature don't care what a warranty's worth

[Pre-Chorus]
What you think is what you get, that's a mind that's a magnet
If you think it's gonna break, it's gonna break, better plan it
So I don't think it, I fix it, I fix it half-ass on a Sunday
And the season got a scab and the scab got a story

[Chorus]
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay
So I'm sittin on the porch and I'm breathin real slow
'Cause the fleet ain't goin nowhere, and neither am I though
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay

[Bridge]
Maybe the yard full of bones ain't a failure
Maybe it's a museum with a rancher for a curator
Every rig got a season it saved
Every rig got a scab that I made
An extra hour, brother, an extra hour
Is the only new tractor I ever bought

[Final Chorus]
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay
Fleet ain't goin nowhere and neither am I
Porch is still, brother, prayer's a little shy
An extra hour could save a day
And that day be spent makin hay