I sit in the boring hot sun
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Riding on top of my big John Deere
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With all of the noise from the engine
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It's no wonder that I can't hear
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There is one thing that I know is true
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There isn't anything else I can do
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I don't wanna drive (x2)
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The sun beats down on my head
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It's starting to make all my skin bake
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With all of this bouncing around
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It's no wonder that my bones ache
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There is one thing that I know is true
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There isn't anything else I can do
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I don't wanna drive (x2)
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I don't wanna chew tobacco
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I don't wanna wear your boots
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I don't wanna drive your tractor, no. . .
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I look to see the sun go down
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A smile stretches across my red face
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I'm so happy the day is over
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Now I can wake up from my daze
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I don't wanna drive (x3)
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Tractor
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