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