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 talkin' 'bout a big old 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' and you got to pay attention
'Cause 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
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 D-10 that way
Chorus
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