International Harvester Craig Morgan

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm the son of a third-generation farmer
I've been married ten years to a farmer's daughter

[Chorus]
I'm a God-fearin', hardworkin' combine driver
Hoggin' up the road with my p-p-p-p-plower
Chug-a-lug-a-luggin' five miles an hour
On my International Harvester

[Verse 1]
Uh, three miles of cars layin' on their horns
Fallin' on deaf ears of corn
Lined up behind me like a big parade
Off 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 here ain't been no bumper crop
If you don't like the way I'ma drivin'
Get back on the interstate
Otherwise, sit tight and be nice
And quit your honkin' at me that way