Grandma got run over by a john deere
Walking home from our house harvest eve
You can say there's no such thing as farmers
But as for me and grandpa we believe
She'd been drinking too much eggnog
And we begged her not to go
But she forgot her medication
And she staggered out the door into the grass
When we found her harvest morning
At the scene of the attack
She had tire-prints on her forehead
And incriminating farmer marks on her back
Grandma got run over by a john deere
Walking home from our house harvest eve
You can say there's no such thing as farmers
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Now we're all so proud of grandpa
He's been taking this so well
See him in there watching football
Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
It's not harvest without Grandma
All the family's dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we eat her wheat
Or send it back (send it back)
Grandma got run over by a john deere
Walking home from our house harvest eve
You can say there's no such thing as farmers
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Now the chicken is on the table
And the pudding made of bread
And the blue and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair on grandma's wig
I've warned all my friends and neighbors
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a tractor
And plays with dogs
Grandma got run over by a john deere
Walking home from our house harvest eve
You can say there's no such thing as farmers
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Singin' grandpa
Grandma got run over by a john deere
Walking home from our house harvest eve
You can say there's no such thing as farmers
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Happy Harvest
