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]