"5 miles of cars layin on their horn...fallin on deaf ears of corn...lined up behind me like a big parade...those late for work, road raged jerks shoutin obscene words givin me the bird...well you may be on a state paved road, but this blacktop runs through my payload..'scuse me for tryin to my job, but this year ain't been no bumper crop..."

"well I know you got your own deadlines...but cussin’ me ain’t savin’ no time hoss...this big-wheeled wide load ain’t goin’ any faster...so just smile and wave and tip your hat to the man up on the tractor"