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Im the son of a 3rd farmer
Ive been 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 Harvester

3 of cars layin on their horns
Fallin on ears of corn
up behind me like a big parade
Off to work, road raged jerks
Shoutin obscene words, flippin me the

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

If you dont like the way Im a
Get back on the
Otherwise sit tight and be
And quit yer at me that way

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

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, hard workin combine
Hoggin up the road on my a
5 miles an hour
On my Harvester

Well, I know you got own deadlines
But cussin at me won't save you no 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 been 10 years to the farmers daughter
I got two boys in the 4-H
Im a lifetime of the F.F.A.
Hay, thats what I
I make a lot of hay for a pay

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
up the road on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my International

Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
up the road on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my International