Craig Morgan International Harvester Lyrics

I'm the son of a third generation farmer
I 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
Chugga-lugga-luggin' five miles an hour
On my International Harvester

Three miles of cars layin' on their horns
Are fallin' on deaf ears of corn
Lined up behind me like a big parade
Of late-to-work, road-rage 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 b__per 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 thatta way

Cause I'm the son of a third generation farmer
I 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. Hay!
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
Chugga-lugga-luggin' five miles an hour
On my International Harvester

Well I know you got your own deadlines
But cussin' at me won't save ya 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

I'm a God fearin', hard workin', combine driver
Hoggin' up the road on my p-p-p-p-plower
Chugga-lugga-luggin' five miles an hour
On my International Harvester