I'm the son of a third generation farmer
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I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter
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I'm a God fearing hardworking combine driver
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Hogging up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
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Chug-a-lug-a-lugin 5 miles an hour
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On my International Harvester.
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3 miles of cars laying on their horns
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Falling on deaf ears of corn
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Lined up behind me like a big parade
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Late to work, road raged jerks
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Shouting obscene words flippin me the bird
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Well you maybe be on a state paved road
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But that blacktop runs through my pay load
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Excuse me for trying to do my job
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But this year ain't been no bumper crop
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If you don't like the way I'm a driving
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Get back on the interstate
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Otherwise sit tight and be nice
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And quit your honking at me that way
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Cause I'm the son of a 3rd generation farmer
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I've been married 10 years to the farmer's daughter
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I got 2 boys in the county 4-H
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I'm a lifetime sponsor of the FFA
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Hey that's what I make
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I make a lot of Hay for a little pay
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and I'm proud to say
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I'm a God fearing hardworking
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International Harvester
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| Craig Morgan |
