Heavy Metal - Guy Clark

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

You know I’m talkin''bout a big ol’D-10 caterpiller

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’so you got to pay attention

You know 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 You know I’m a modern day mule skinner drivin’ten thousand mules

So I got to say a little prayer every day

Lord just let me get her turned around

Without fallin’off this mountain

You know the boss don’t like me treatin’his D-10 that way