Ever wondered what life is like for a hardworking farmer? Marty Mone gives us a high-octane glimpse into the relentless hustle of agricultural work. The song captures the grind of mowing, lifting, sowing, and all the other tasks that keep a farm running. It's about pushing machinery to its limits, working through exhaustion, and dealing with breakdowns—all while staying committed to getting the job done. There's a sense of camaraderie and perseverance as they "hit the diff and pray" their equipment keeps up. And when one season ends, they're ready to chase new adventures, even heading to New Zealand for more action. It's an anthem celebrating the grit and resilience of those who live by the land.
Hit the Diff
Lyrics
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking, plowing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When am flat to the mat
With the party hats
Am heading for the tea
They thought that we where quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe
We drove all night
To the fuel it ran out
O give me a yoke
With plenty of poke
And a can of easy start
And 1500 acres
Hauling 40 tonne of grass
I said goodbye before July
To the woman in an awful rush
And it was near Christmas
Before I got back in touch
I found a sate
But I had no brakes
Couldn't keep it cool
With loads of power
I was behind an hour
So I give them pump a screw
Out all night
With no lights
Only seeing stars
And the gloom from the moon
And the diesel light in the dash
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking, plowing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When am flat to the mat
With the party hats
Am heading for the tea
Well, they thought that we where quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe
We drove all night
To the fuel it ran out
Over load on
On a downhill road
Slapping trough the gears
Sending Snapchats
Of what am at
To every one on the beer
Hit the dual to low
And I started to roll
All wheels in the air
It was my chance
To grease the nipples
I never knew was there
Need some sleep
And new teeth
For digging and
Dozing in muck
In case it rains
Need an owl chain
Lying in the truck
Climbing, liming
Mixing, piping
After the field is cut
There's manys a gap
You won't get at
With out 6,000 foot
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling
Drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking, plowing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping, tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking
Spreading piping, double clutching
Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging
Raring, tearing, losing, winning
Oh, hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When am flat to the mat
With the party hats
Am heading for the tea
Well, they thought that we where quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe
We drove all night
To the fuel it ran out
O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When am flat to the mat
With the party hats
Am heading for the tea
They thought that we where quitting
Cuz the summer doesn't last
But we're heading to New Zealand
Where the craic it only starts
Writer(s): Marty Mone
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON
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