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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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