By Corb Lund The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut, Which eventually pulled out the Ford With some difficulty Well more rain than we'd seen for a thousand years Caused financial joys and biblical fears It caused some smiles it caused some tears But more to the point of our story For The first time in the collective memory, That old brown prairie that had been so dry for so long was very muddy Boggy and sticky We'd pull one truck out and get another stuck in And motors would roar and tires would spin We'd sink right down, down to the diff, and we'd all take turns and do it again Till no one could move, we'd call one more friend, Come on out here, we need you, bring your truck The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut Which eventually pulled out the Ford And the Dodge what got me stuck in the mud, cause i couldn't rehearse And Chavase too has missed his work Richie, he now fears the worst he stood up his ex wife she called him a jerk Course Holman didn't have nothing better do to, 'cept ranch. The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut Which eventually pulled out the Ford Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck 'cept the big old four by hutterite truck We all thought 'lord are we in luck But he wouldn't come anywhere near us, Mighty neighbourly, mighty neighbourly. So we used a lot of our backs, a little of our brains We jacked up the jacks, and snugged up the chains, We all did our very best to refrain from shovelin. We put what timber we had, underneath the wheels And we was all out of sand, but managed to steal Two sacks of the best modern canola seed you ever did see, That 'oughta give us some traction The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck got the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut Which eventually pulled out the Ford Epilogue We spilled genetically modified canola seed That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil Agriculture Canada is definitely gonna be looking for us www.onlylyrics.com
