Hit The Diff lyrics

Marty Mone

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 I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
Am heading for the tay
They thought that we were quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe we drove all night
Till the fuel, it ran out

O give me a yoke with plenty of poke
And a can of easy start
And fifteen thousand acres
Hauling forty 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

O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
Am heading for the tay
Well, they thought that we were quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe we drove all night
Till 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 old chain
Lying in the truck
Climbing, liming, mixing, piping
After the field is cut
There's many a gap you won't get at
With out six thousand foot

Oh, hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
Am heading for the tay
Well, they thought that we were quitting
Well, when the sun went down
With a flame from the pipe we drove all night
Till the fuel, it ran out

O hit the diff and pray
That she goes all the way
When I'm flat to the mat with the party hats
Am heading for the tay
They thought that we were quitting
Cuz' the summer doesn't last
But we're heading to New Zealand
Where the craic it only starts

Song Details

Marty the tractor driver — Marty Mone on his tractor

Composer: Marty Mone

Marty Mone: Marty Mone was born in Ireland in March 1983. He is a singer and songwriter who has had considerable success in the country and folk music scene. He grew up in Castleblayney - a town in County Monaghan, Ireland.

He began his career singing in local bands, and in 2015, Hit The Diff from the album of the same name, became a convincing success. The song is about working on the land and driving farm machinery. The music video for the song is a compilation of photos taken while employed as a tractor driver.

References:

hit the diff: hit the Differential Lock - locks the axles together to eliminate differential action, so that both wheels rotate at the same rate.
drawing, hauling and buckraking - general driving work.
double clutching - pumping the clutch twice to get int gear.
flat to the meat: flat-out, busy
party hats - flashing orange beacons.
flame from the pipe - a flame from the exhaust pipe
give me a yoke with plenty of poke - give me a tractor with lots of power
pump a screw - giving the pump more power.
hit the dual to low - hit the half gear to low
grease the nipples - grease the metal nipples designed to engage with a grease gun for injecting grease into a bearing, etc.
need some sleep and new teeth - new teeth for the digging bucket on the tractor
mixing pipe - spreading slurry with a system of pipes
tay / tae - another word for tea
craic - fun and laughter

Category: Humorous

Albums: Hit the Diff (2015), Steer The Rear (2018), Truck and Roll (2021)

Latest Single Release: Rice's Army (2022)

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