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Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive married 10 years to the farmers daughter
Im a God fearin, hard combine driver
up the road on my p-p-plower
Chug-a lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my International

3 of cars layin on their horns
Fallin on deaf ears of
Lined up me like a big parade
Off late to work, raged jerks
Shoutin words, flippin me the bird

Well, you may be on a state paved
But that blacktop runs through my
me for tryin to do my job
But this year been no bumper crop

If you like the way Im a drivin
Get on the Interstate
sit tight and be nice
And quit yer at me that way

'Cause Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive married 10 years to the farmers daughter
I got two in the county 4-H
Im a lifetime of the F.F.A.
Hay, thats I make
I make a hay for a little pay

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, hard combine driver
Hoggin up the road on my a
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester

Well, I know you got your own
But cussin at me won't you no time hoss
big-wheeled, wide-load aint goin any faster
So smile and wave and tip your hat
To the man up on the

'Cause Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive married 10 years to the farmers daughter
I got two boys in the 4-H
Im a sponsor of the F.F.A.
Hay, what I make
I a lot of hay for a little pay

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, hard workin driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my Harvester

Im a God fearin, hard combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester