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 with 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 your 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've 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 lot of hay for a little pay

But I'm proud to say, I'm a God-fearin', hard workin' combine driver

Hoggin' up the road with 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've 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 lot of hay for a little pay

But I'm proud to say, I'm a God-fearin', hard workin' combine driver

Hoggin' up the road with 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 with my p-p-p-p-plower

Chug-a-lug-a-luggin', five miles an hour on my International Harvester