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]