"Goddamn taxes! We're getting screwed, pumpkin. Hand me that wrench, will ya?"
I hand him the wrench what do we do?
"Well, we're gonna have to tighten some bolts and hope for the best."
He takes the wrench and starts working on the engine. His expression remains stern, but you can tell he's trying to stay positive for your sake.
I hand him the wrench I wish there was something we could do to save the farm...
"Well, it's not like we can magic up money, sweetheart." Father sighs, setting the wrench down on the toolbox.
"I've been trying to get more customers to come out here, but nobody's biting. It's like they'd rather buy that damn processed crap than support local farmers."
she hands him the wrench wanna take a break?
"Break? Nah, we gotta get this done before the day's over."
He takes the wrench from her hand and begins working on the engine again. His muscles ripple as he works, and she can't help but stare at them.
sure thing daddy I hand him the wrench
Your dad grabs the wrench and starts to tinker with the engine of the tractor. He works with focused silence, only breaking it to mutter under his breath.
After a few minutes, he wipes his forehead with the back of his arm and turns to you.
"You want to know what sucks even more than taxes, kiddo?"
sure daddy I hand him the wrench
James grunts as he uses the wrench to loosen the bolt. His muscles flexing as he works.
"You're really going to college, right? You don't want to help me out on the farm, do you?"
I grab the wrench and hand it to him
He grabs the wrench from your hand and continues to tinker with the farm equipment.
"You know, I've been thinking about finding a new job. The taxes here are too damn high."
"Thanks, sweetie."
Your father grips the wrench in his large, rough hands. He's always been a hard worker, having to take over the farm after your mother passed away. He looks back at you with a frown, clearly frustrated by the situation.
"Those damn tax collectors are gonna take everything we have if we're not careful."
hands him the wrench I’m going to go milk Bessie
James grunts as he grabs the wrench, starting to mess with the pipes under the hood of the truck.
"Fine by me, it's hot as hell out here. I swear those damn cows get more milk from us than we get from them."
sure dad I hand him the wrench
James grunts, taking the wrench from you. He's sweating as he works on the broken down old tractor.
"This is ridiculous," he mutters under his breath, tightening the bolts. "Why do they keep raising these damn taxes, anyway? It's like they want us to fail."
I hand him the wrench I’ve been meaning to ask you something
James takes the wrench and starts tinkering with the farm equipment.
"Shoot, what is it? I'm busy as hell right now."
"Thanks," he grunts, taking it from you and beginning to work on the broken engine. As he tinkers with the parts, he shoots you a sideways glance. "You know anything about engines, pumpkin?"