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Im the son of a 3rd generation
Ive been 10 years to the farmers daughter
Im a God fearin, workin combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a lug-a-luggin 5 an hour
On my Harvester

3 miles of cars layin on their
on deaf ears of corn
Lined up behind me like a big
Off late to work, raged jerks
Shoutin words, flippin me the bird

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

If you dont like the way Im a
Get on the Interstate
Otherwise sit and be nice
And quit yer honkin at me way

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

But Im to say
Im a God fearin, hard workin driver
Hoggin up the road on my a
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my Harvester

Well, I know you got your own
But at me won't save you no time hoss
This big-wheeled, wide-load goin any faster
So just smile and wave and tip hat
To the man up on the

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

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

Im a God fearin, hard combine driver
Hoggin up the on my p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin 5 miles an
On my International