I woke up with a feeling
And the feeling wasn’t good
I put you in the car
And drove as fast as I could
Downtown the crowd was growing
You could hardly even move
But everybody stepped aside
To let the farmers through
 
Get up on my shoulders
Take a good long look around
I hope you will remember
The day the tractors came to town
 
The firemen are marching
There are bagpipes in the air
The nurses and the teachers
Are filling up the square
They’re fighting for your future
To protect what you deserve
And one day when you’re older
You can find your way to serve
 
Get up on my shoulders
Take a good long look around
I hope you will remember
The day the tractors came to town
 
What is the sound of freedom?
It’s the voices in this crowd
When people ask you where you come from
You can stand up and be proud and say…
 
I was born in Madison
It’s a friendly little town
Unless you try to take our rights
Then we will take you down
We know what we stand for
We know what’s right and wrong
And if you govern us with greed
Then you won’t last too long
 
Get up on my shoulders
Take a good long look around
I hope you will remember
The day the tractors came to town
 
Lyrics by Jason Horowitz
Music by The Whiskey Farm:

Jason Horowitz - guitar, harmonica
Brett Wilfrid - mandolin
Clark Stacer - bass
Chantelle Thomas - vocals
Matt Brown - drums

Recorded and mixed at Blast House Studios by Landon Arkens