Well I left my home when I was twenty-two but I never did find the time or place, it's just the kind of thing a man has to do with a
Scar on his soul like the one on his face and the emptiness inside
The day my baby died

It was a Sunday June mornin' and the sun broke high, I had a smile on my face and I knew just why. Didn't hear no warning, didn't fear no storm 'cause I knew for sure on that very morn' that girl was gonna be my bride
It was the day my baby died

In her long white gown and her bridal bouquet how I begged her not to plow the field that day although her beauty never stops, she felt a duty to her crops
She jumped on the old John Deere and she drove away, hey hey

She said "Baby don't ya worry, this'll only take a minute" but the wheel caught her gown and dragged her down in it
Imagine my surprise when I looked her in the eyes
Oh, my God I couldn't believe it, the tractor cut her down to size

Oh, how the hands of fate they cracked her 'neath the wheels of her daddy's tractor
There was blood on the corn and brains on the hay (Hey hey) I ran fast as I could but all I found was chunks of my sweety smeared all around
Big hunks of my darlin' on the cold, cold ground, oh, yeah

Hey, this really happened to my Loretta