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
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
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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
♪
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