Rock Falls, Illinois
A friendly toot from the engine’s flute
A threshing job is near,
He makes the set like an old time vet
A mighty good engineer.
He rolls her back and takes the slack
The drive belt’s in the clear.
The farmer’s friend on the other end
Is swinging to the rear.
A hiss she makes and the injector
The steam is pretty high.
There’s a bay and a black and the
water jack With tank is standing by.
She picks up speed like a mighty steed
The cutting knives begin
The grain pours out from the weigher
spout As they pitch the bundles in.
The job is done, we’ve had our fun
And lots of labor too.
But I bet by heck you’d risk your neck
To see again that crew.