 I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter.
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles an hour.
On my International harvester!
Three miles of cars layin' on their horns.
A fallin' on deaf ears of corn.
Lined up behind me like a big parade.
Of late to work, road ranged jerks shoutin' up seen works.
Flippin' me the bird.
Well you may be on a state paved road.
But that blacktop runs my hay load.
Excuse me for trying to do my job.
But this here ain't been no bumper crowd.
If you don't like the way I'm drivin'.
Get back on the Interstate.
Otherwise sit tight and be nice.
And quit your honkin' at me that way.
Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter.
I've got two boys in the county 4-H.
I'm a life time sponser of the FFA.
Hay,Thats what I make.
I make a lot of hay for a little pay.
But I'm proud to say,
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles a hour.
On my International harvester!
Well I know you got your own deadline.
But cussin' me won't save ya no time,aw shh
This big wheel, wide load ain't goin' any faster.
So just smile and wave and tip your hat.
To the man upon the tractor.
Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer.
I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter.
I've got two boys in the county 4-H.
I'm a life time sponser of the FFA.
Hay, That’s what I make.
I make a lot of hay for a little pay.
But I'm proud to say.
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles a hour.
On my International harvester!
I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver.
Hoggin up the road on my p-p-p-plower.
Chugalugaluggin' five miles an hour.
On my International harvester!
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