Well She is doing what she can..

On the International Harvest Day!

Three miles cars layin' on their fore'ards,

Bobbin' on down here's a corn,

Line up behind me like a big parade!

I'm late to work, road rage,

Jerks shoutin' unseen works,

Flippin' me the birds!

Well, you may be on a steady payroll,

But that blacktop runs through my payload,

They use me for tryin' to do my job,

But this here ain't been no buffer crop!

If you don't like the way I'm a-drivin', get back on the interstate

Otherwise, I'd die to be nice, and put your honkin' in me that way

I'm the son of a third generation farmer

I've been married ten years to the farmer's daughter

I got two boys in the county for me, chop a lot of dust, folks, for up the FFA

Hey, hey, that's what I make, I make a lot of hay, pour a little paint, but I'm proud to say

I'm a ***-shared farmer, you come back down here, call me the fool, I'm a-p-p-p-p-power

Check it, I can move it five miles an hour, on my international highway, sir

I've been married ten years to the bomber's daughter

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