(Verse 1)
Alarm clock crowin’ at a quarter to five
Coffee black as the soil, yeah I’m comin’ alive
Got the planter hooked up, GPS lines straight
Droppin’ beans in the ground like I’m sealin’ my fate
John Deere green, cab smell like diesel and chew
800 acres waitin’, boy I know what to do
When spring turns the corner and the frost says peace
We gotta plant that seed, let the legacy increase
(Pre-Chorus)
From the cradle to the row, yeah the cycle don’t stop
Sun-up to sun-down, pray it don’t flop
But when them heads turn gold and the yield lookin’ thick
That’s when we fire ‘em up quick
(Chorus)
In the combine roll out! (Roll out!)
Get it started! (Let’s work!)
Roll out them combines, we harvestin’ the promise
Ain’t no slowin’ down, we bouncin’ through the field like we on it
In the combine roll out! (Roll out!)
Grain tank shakin’
Roll out them combines, whole county wakin’
From dusk to the dark, we harvest everything
Rollin’ out in the combines, let the augers sing
(Verse 2)
Case IH red or that big green machine
Either way we eatin’, turn the field to a scene
Corn dust in the air, look like Iowa snow
Yield monitor flashin’ 250 bushel glow
Got the semi on standby, grain cart runnin’ hot
Grandpa in the buddy seat like “Boy, don’t ever stop”
Bluetooth bumpin’ old Hank mixed with some Future
18-hour days, that’s the farmer’s future
(Bridge – half sung, half spat)
We don’t do it for the ‘Gram, we do it for the land
For the kids who’ll ride these seats and lend a hand
From the planter in the spring to the combine in the fall
That’s the country rap gospel, y’all
(Chorus – louder)
In the combine roll out! (Roll out!)
Get it started! (Full throttle!)
Roll out them combines, we harvestin’ the promise
Ain’t no slowin’ down, we bouncin’ through the field like we on it
In the combine roll out! (One more time!)
Grain tank shakin’
Roll out them combines, whole county wakin’
From dusk to the dark, we harvest everything
Rollin’ out in the combines, let the augers sing
(Outro – slowed down, talkin’ over the beat)
Yeah… shut ‘er down, kill the key
Another field in the bin, another year we eat
See y’all in the spring when we plant that seed
Till then… we out here in the combine, country boys, let’s ride.
Mic drop. Tractor exhaust.
