International Harvester

I'm the son of a third generation farmer
 I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter
 I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver
 Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
 Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour
 On my International Harvester
 Three miles of cars layin' on their horns
 Fallin' on deaf ears of corn
 Lined up behind me like a big parade
 Of late-to-work, road-raged jerks
 Shoutin' obscene words
 Flippin' me the bird
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 Well, you may be on a state paved road
 But that blacktop runs through my payload
 Excuse me for tryin' to do my job
 But this year ain't been no bumper crop
 If you don't like the way I'm a-drivin'
 Get back on the interstate
 Otherwise sit tight and be nice
 And quit yer honkin' at me that way
 'Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer
 I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter
 I got two boys in the county 4-H
 I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA
 Hey!
 That's a what I make
 I make a lotta hay for a little pay
 But I'm proud to say
 I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver
 Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
 Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour
 On my International Harvester
 Well, I know you got your own deadlines
 But cussin' at me won't save you no time, hoss
 This big-wheeled wide load ain't goin' any faster
 So just smile and wave and tip your hat
 To the man up on the tractor
 'Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer
 I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter
 I got two boys in the county 4-H
 I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA
 Hey!
 That's a what I make
 I make a lotta hay for a little pay
 But I'm proud to say
 I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver
 Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
 Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour
 On my International Harvester
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 I'm a God-fearin', hard-workin' combine driver
 Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
 Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour
 On my International Harvester