I Love The Smell Of Silage Song Lyrics By Richie Kavanagh

Guitar Chords plus the 5 string banjo chords for this farm song by Richie Kavanagh., These are the chords in the same key Richie sings the song in. Other songs regarding tractors include Hit The Diff Lyrics which is one of the top songs on this site.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Isn't that right Johnny, that's right, that's the truth.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh the young lads on the tractors they'll be tearing all about
Driving 4 wheel drives to draw the trailor's out
Racing through the fields heading for the yard
Up and down along the road going woefull hard.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailor full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.

If you want to cut the silage you need the best of gear
The greatest yoke of all a self propelled John Dear
She gobbles up the grass ten acres in an hour
She is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse power.

Oh I love the smell of silage sure I cut it every year
I jump upon me tractor and I slap her into gear
Tearing down the road with me trailer  full of grass
And all the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh raring, raring, raring, raring for to pass
All the cars caught behind me driving up me ass.
Richie Kavanagh Songs

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[G]Oh I [C]love the smell of silage sure I [G]cut it every year
I [D]jump upon me tractor and I [G]slap her into gear
[C]Tearing down the road with me [G]trailor full of [Em]grass
And [D]all the cars caught behind me raring for to [G]pass.

Oh [C]raring, raring, raring, [G]raring for to [Em]pass
[D]All the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

[G]Isn't that right Johnny, that's right, that's the truth.

If you [C]want to cut the silage you [G]need the best of gear
The [D]greatest yoke of all a [G]self propelled John Dear
She [C]gobbles up the grass ten [G]acres in an hour
She [D]is a woefull harvester with plenty of horse [G]power.

Oh I [C]love the smell of silage sure I [G]cut it every year
I [D]jump upon me tractor and I [G]slap her into gear
[C]Tearing down the road with me [G]trailor full of [Em]grass
And [D]all the cars caught behind me raring for to [G]pass.

Oh [C]raring, raring, raring, [G]raring for to [Em]pass
[D]All the cars caught behind me raring for to pass.

Oh the [C]young lads on the tractors they'll be [G]tearing all about
[D]Driving 4 wheel drives to [G]draw the trailor's out
[C]Racing through the fields [G]heading for the yard
[D]Up and down along the road going woefull [G]hard.