Somedays I think this old machine is out to get me 

Somedays she does what I tell her 

It's like dancing with a widow-maker forty hours a week 

You know I'm talkin' 'bout a big ol' D-10 caterpiller 



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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' so you got to pay attention 

You know 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 



You know I'm a modern day mule skinner drivin' ten thousand mules 

So I got to say a little prayer every day 

Lord just let me get her turned around 

Without fallin' off this mountain 

You know the boss don't like me treatin' his D-10 that way 



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