歌詞

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buck raking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning Oh, hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats I'm heading for the tea They thought that we were quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night Till the fuel it ran out Oh, give me a yoke With plenty of pokeh And a can of easy start And fifteen hundred acres Hauling 40 ton of grass I said goodbye before July To the woman in an awful rush And it was near Christmas Before I got back in touch I found a sate But it had no brakes Couldn't keep it cool With loads of power I was behind an hour So I give the pump a screw Out all night With no lights Only seeing stars And the gloom from the moon And the diesel light in the dash Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buck raking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats I'm heading for the tea Well, they thought that we were quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night Till the fuel it ran out Overload on the downhill road Slapping through the gears Sending snap chats of what I'm at To every one on the beer Hit the dual to low And I started to roll All wheels in the air It was my chance to grease the nipples I never knew was there Need some sleep And new teeth For digging and dozing in muck In case it rains Need an owl chain Lying in the truck Climbing, liming Mixing, piping After the field is cut There's many's a gap You won't get at Without 6,000 foot Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buck raking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats I'm heading for the tea Well, they thought that we were quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe, we drove all night Till the fuel it ran out O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats I'm heading for the tea They thought that we were quitting 'Cause the summer doesn't last But we're heading to New Zealand Where the craic, it only starts
Writer(s): Martin Mone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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