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I'm the son of a third generation farmer I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour On my International Harvester Three miles of cars layin' on their horns Fallin' on deaf ears of corn Lined up behind me like a big parade Of late-to-work, road-raged jerks Shoutin' obscene words Flippin' me the bird Well, you may be on a state paved road But that blacktop runs through my payload Excuse me for tryin' to do my job But this year ain't been no bumper crop If you don't like the way I'm a-drivin' Get back on the interstate Otherwise sit tight and be nice And quit yer 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 got two boys in the county 4-H I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA Hey! That's a what I make I make a lotta 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-p-plower Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour On my International Harvester Well, I know you got your own deadlines But cussin' at me won't save you no time, hoss This big-wheeled wide load ain't goin' any faster So just smile and wave and tip your hat To the man up on the tractor 'Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter I got two boys in the county 4-H I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA Hey! That's a what I make I make a lotta 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-p-plower Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour On my International Harvester I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour On my International Harvester
Writer(s): Daniel Wayne Myrick, Jeffrey Steele, Shane Minor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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