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

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

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