Full of the Blade

Tines blades, pins greased, slam rams, oil changed

Tinted glass and extra lights, wide tyres and straight pipes

Power tower, spot of weld, fill the tanks on the self-propelled

Speed bearns and towing eyes, replace duct tape with cable ties

Slightly under power with an overload of green

It is you I'm heading to with this big machine

Full of the blade and pushed

In a forty-foot swathe till she's ready to bust

Get the spuds at one and run

To the next man like a bullet from a gun

Row by row, she starts to glow

To hell with the lot

As we knock her into top

And drive her into a heavy crop

Knock, tedder, air-con weather, sail to bale, hell for leather

Bounce in the seat, need to row and rake, out the gap on the side brake

Cover rust with dust, keep her lit, another load heading for the pit

Giving all you've got, pass the passing spot, scan the hand for TikTok

I know well picking this self-propelled over you ain't right

But just to let you know, I've one more row and I'm gonna see you tonight

Full of the blade and pushed

In a forty-foot swathe till she's ready to bust

Get the spuds at one and run

To the next man like a bullet from a gun

Row by row, she starts to glow

To hell with the lot

As we knock her into top

And drive her into a heavy crop

She says:

"Before I get going, just a whats to say hi

What is your position and what is your toy?"

I'm on a 8011 Zetor with a 16-foot Kane

And I'm rolling through the valley in the thunderstorm and rain

I'm heading to the meadow just for one last load

And it just so happens that it's on your road

With an extra thread of power for this last load of green

It's still you I'm heading to with this big machine

Full of the blade and pushed

In a forty-foot swathe till she's ready to bust

Get the spuds at one and run

To the next man like a bullet from a gun

Row by row, she starts to glow

To hell with the lot

As we knock her into top

And drive her into a heavy crop