There’s a 4440 and the duals are worn down,
and a Sunflower offset burying weeds in the ground.
My dad won’t stop tilling, he can’t hear my degree..
soon the baby is leaving, she wants to be a Marine.
Kara married a farmer, but he just don’t have time,
Katie’s on the coast, and Christopher flies.
Marisa’s in college, she got a long way to go
and I’m on the road, rarely make it home.
And there’s 6 of us now but before there was 1,
there was a 4440 and a second son,
he taught me compassion, through this example..
said "You can hate the Yankees, but you gotta love Mantle."
The ashtray of the bale truck was full of rattlesnake rattles,
And I learned my numbers, counting pairs of cattle.
Had snap-button rustlers and holy tennis shoes
killed a rabbit with a rock, buried it too.
And there’s 6 of us now but before there was 1,
there was a 4440 and a second son.
He passed on his passion, as we worked together..
"Keep those combines a-rolling, we’re bout to get weather!"
I got a little ambitious with a new Case IH,
plugged it from the feederhouse back, rotor belt gave way.
Royals were blew it in the 9th as I radioed and swore,
Dad came back and said “bet you won’t do that no more”
They called him Madman, so Madboy was my name
stretching singles to triples, headfirst all the way
The farm was our life, the diamond our love
a dad and his son, a ball and a glove.
And there’s 6 of us now but before there was 1,
there was a 4440 and a second son.
We grew up with 3 channels on a 19 inch screen,
but my past is filled with life in HD.
There’s a 4440 and the duals are worn low,
and my Dad is waitin, for me to come home.