Craig Morgan - International Harvester lyrics

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