International Harvester

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

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It's a lesson too late for the learning, Made of sand, made of sand, In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, In your hand, in your hand; Are you going away

I am just an Indian and once this was my land Now it's been taking from me by the coming of a white man And the anger makes my blood run hot

Як по вулиці йдеш – озираються, І авто вздовж дороги спиняються. А танцюєш натхненно і радісно – Всі довкола поглядують заздрісно... Так заздрісно! Приспів: Принцесо аренбі! Цю пісню дарую тобі! Цю пісню дарую, цю пісню дарую... Завжди є

я не питаю чому ти така сумна в кожного є причини щодня вмирати я не прошу тебе переписати життя просто відчуй як важко тебе кохати Приспів: відчай відчайдушний друг я так люблю коли ти знаєш серцем відчай відчайдушний друг невже ми