Music Video
Marty Mone - Hit The Diff - Original (Official Music Video)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marty Mone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marty Mone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marty Mone
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buckraking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
[Verse 2]
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 tae
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
[Verse 3]
Oh, give me a yoke with plenty of poke
And a can of Easy Start
And fifteen hundred acres, hauling forty 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
[Verse 4]
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 gloom from the moon
And the diesel light in the dash
[Verse 5]
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buckraking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
[Verse 6]
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 tae
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
[Verse 7]
Overload on a downhill road
Slapping through the gears
Sending Snapchats 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
[Verse 8]
Need some sleep, and new teeth
For digging and dozing in muck
In case it rains, need an ol' 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 six thousand foot
[Verse 9]
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling, and buckraking
Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
[Verse 10]
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 tae
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
[Verse 11]
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 tae
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
Written by: Marty Mone
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