It’s an old Ford tractor from ‘52
We got her in ’60, almost good as new
When my dad passed away, she came to me
We kept the old 8-N in the family
Muddy and greasy, parts of her rusted
She served us well ‘til she finally busted
I tried to revive her, but I could not
The farther I got the more hopeless it got
I finally realized I’d done my best
It’s time to put Betsy out to her rest
My brother can’t stand that she didn’t survive
Mowing pasture on Betsy’s how he learned to drive
He loved that old tractor, He loves her still
Made me promise to leave her to him in my will
Thought she’d last forever, so it’s breaking our hearts
But you’ll find her on Craigslist, for sale for parts
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