Billy Ray's Troy-Bilt Tractor

[Verse] Billy Ray's got a Troy-Bilt tractor, Rumbling like thunder at the break of dawn, Cutting through the grass like a master, His freedom blooms where the lawn's all gone. [Verse 2] Sunlight dances on morning dew, Billy wipes his brow, takes a swig of brew, Under God's sun, skies clear and blue, He's got work to do, boys, and a point of view. [Chorus] Billy Ray's riding free, on his old Troy-Bilt, Underneath the heavens, where his spirit's built, Out in the fields where the wildflowers sway, He's living his life, come what may. [Verse 3] Gravel lane rolls out like a dusty trail, Billy's hands are strong, never known to fail, Neighbors wave as they hear his tale, On that iron horse, no way he'll derail. [Verse 4] Cool wind whispers secrets of the land, Dust rising high from the working man's hand, Billy's heart beats to the rhythm of the band, He's the king of his acre, a one-man stand. [Chorus] Billy Ray's riding free, on his old Troy-Bilt, Underneath the heavens, where his spirit's built, Out in the fields where the wildflowers sway, He's living his life, come what may.