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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
I'm talkin' about a big ol' D10 Caterpillar
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 D10 could 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 just who's drivin' who
I could move Alaska all the way to Beirut
I could bulldoze a beeline from here to Peru
I could push the Rocky Mountains into the sea
You know heavy metal don't mean rock and roll to me
You know 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 D10 that way
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
Could be I love the way it feels
Could be I love the way it feels
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