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Some days I think this old machine is out to get me |
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Some days she does what I tell her |
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It's like dancing with the widow-maker forty hours a week |
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I'm talkin' 'bout a big old D10 Caterpillar |
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I don't know why I like to drive 'em like I do |
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It ain't nothin' but a hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds of steel |
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Could be the money babe, could be the power |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
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But you know she's mighty unforgivin' and you got to pay attention |
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'Cause the d-10 can be the death of you |
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But I get her all fired up and I can feel it in my soul |
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And it's hard to tell just who's drivin' who |
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I can move Alaska all the way to Beirut |
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I can bulldoze a beeline from here to Peru |
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I can push the rocky mountains into the sea |
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You know heavy metal don't mean rock and roll to me |
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I'm like a modern day mule skinner, drivin' ten thousand mules |
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So say a little prayer every day |
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Lord, just let me get her turned around without fallin' off this mountain |
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You know the boss man don't like us treatin' his D10 that way |
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I don't know why I like to drive 'em like I do |
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It ain't nothin' but a hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds of steel |
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Could be the money babe, could be the power |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
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Could be I love the way it feels |
