ok i go back in kida bord

[im the son of a 3rd generation farmer
Ima hard working combine driver chug a lug a luggin 5 miles per hour
On my International Harvester

Three miles of cars laying on their horn
Falling on deaf ears of corn
Lined up behind me like a big parade
Of late to work road raged jerks
Shoutin obscene words flipping me the bird

Well you may be on a state paved road
But that blacktop runs though my payload
Excuse me fer tryin to do my job
But this year aint no bumper crop
If you dont like the way Im drivin
Get back on the interstate
Otherwise sit tight and be nice
And quit yer honking at me that way

Cause Im the son of a 3rd generation farmer
I still do 4-h
Imma lifetime sponsor of the ffa
Hay thats what I make
I make a lotta hay for a little pay
But Im proud to say
Imma hard working combine driver
Hogging up the road with my plowed
Chug a lug a luggin 5 miles per hour
On my international harvester

Well I know you got your your own deadlines
But cussing at me aint savin no time
This big wheeled wide load aint goin any faster
So just smile and wave and tip yer hat
To the man up on the tractor
On my international harvester!]

(Yep. German Shepard)

i tell cole to go back stage for an interval sow e could tallk

Cole noticed all his friends were not here. He told someone else to play and he looked for them. He found them outside.

[ok.] he found someone else to play

(awww...)

"She was the cutest little puppy." Kelsey rested her hands on her palm. "Hopefully we'll all stick together next year. What colleges are you applying for?" She listed off the ones she had had considered. "Maybe one of those?"

"Hey Cole."

[sup. Anyway. Im gonna go find Jay and pull him by the ear if he rises to come out here.]

i take him out of the gym in to the hall and say hay dose your win know lets gust say am foxy dose jay know