I sit in the boring hot sun

Riding on top of my big John Deere

With all of the noise from the engine

It's no wonder that I can't hear



There is one thing that I know is true

There isn't anything else I can do

I don't wanna drive (x2)



The sun beats down on my head

It's starting to make all my skin bake

With all of this bouncing around

It's no wonder that my bones ache



There is one thing that I know is true

There isn't anything else I can do

I don't wanna drive (x2)



I don't wanna chew tobacco

I don't wanna wear your boots

I don't wanna drive your tractor, no. . .



I look to see the sun go down

A smile stretches across my red face

I'm so happy the day is over

Now I can wake up from my daze



I don't wanna drive (x3)