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 talking about a big old D10 Caterpillar
I don't know why I like to drive them like I do
It ain't nothing but a hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds of steel
Could be the money paid
Could be the car
Could be I love the way it feels
Could be I love the way it feels
But you know she's mighty unforgiven
And you gotta pay attention
Cause a D10 could be
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 driving who
I could move Alaska all the way to Beirut
I could bulldoze the beeline here to Beirut
I could 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 driving 10,000 mules
So I say a little prayer every day
Lord, just let me get her turned around
Without a word from her
Falling off this mountain
You know the cost man don't like us treating his D10 that way
I don't know why I like to drive them like I do
It ain't nothing but a hundred and seventy-five thousand pounds of steel
Could be the money paid
Could be the car
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