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This is a song about tractors and agricultural contracting harvesters lifting grass and lifting silage with tractors and trucks. the video was made by Marty taking photos and pics of tractors ,trucks and harvesters while he was out driving and working and writing the song in his head . Its like farm simulator only real

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MARTY MONE  - HIT THE DIFF LYRICS

PRECHORUS 
Mowing lifting Sowing baleing.
Drawing hauling and buckrakeing.
Backing  stacking ploughing crashing.
Tipping wrapping tail doors flapping .
Sucking diesel cutting trucking.
Spreading piping double cluching.
Spinning slideing digging rIgging.
Raring tearing losing winning.

CHORUS

O hit the diff and pray.
That she go's 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 nite 
to the fuel it ran out.

VERSE 1

O give me a yoke 
with plenty of poke
And a can of easy start.
And 1500 acres 
hauling  40 tone of grass.
I said good bye before july
to the woman in an offal rush
And it was near christmas 
before i got back in touch

VERSE 2

I found a sate
But i had no brakes
Couldn't keep it cool
With loads of power 
I was behide an hour
So i give the pump a scew
Out all nite.
With no lights 
Only seeing stars
And the gloom from the moon
And the diesel light in the dash

VERSE 3

Over load on 
on a down hill road
Slapping trough the gears
Sending snap chats 
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

VERSE 4

Need some sleep
and new teeth 
for digging and      
dozein in muck
In case it rains 
need an owl chain
lying in the truck 
Climeing limeing 
mixing piping
After the field is cut
Theres manys a gap
you won't get at
with out 6,000 foot

CHORUS 
O hit the diff and pray
That she go's all the way
When am flat to the mat 
with the party hats 
am heading for the tae
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.

Songwriter                 Marty Mone
Songs wrote By.        Marty Mone
Artist                          Marty Mone
Performer                  Marty Mone
Entertainer                 Marty Mone 
Music by                     Marty Mone
Music Composer.       Marty Mone
Director                       Marty Mone
Video By                      Marty Mone
Published by               Marty Mone 
Producer                      Marty Mone
Video Edited By           Marty Mone
Video Editor                 Marty Mone
Music Producer           Marty Mone
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Recorded , Mixed & Mastered by Marty Mone 
Recorded at The Plot Cottage Studios owned By Marty Mone
Recording Studio The Plot Cottage Studios

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Hit The Diff

Derek Ryan - The Long Way Home (Vocal Production by Brian Sheil)

You fold your arms like you’re holdin’ in thunder,
Eyes stuck on the floor like it might say somethin’.
I pour a drink just to hear the ice clatter—
That sound’s been louder than us lately.
We’re standin’ still but the silence is movin’,
Like there’s a fight in the room nobody’s choosin’.
I reach for your hand, you fake a smile,
It’s been like this for a while…
And I’d rather break than bend,
Say the words and let the hurt begin—
Than sit here sinkin’ in—
We keep sayin’ nothin’… but it’s screamin’ loud,
Like a goodbye dress in a suitcase now.
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
Both too scared to lay ‘em down.
We ain’t sayin’ the words, but they’re hangin’ there—
Like smoke in the kitchen, thick in the air.
If love’s still here, it ain’t stayin’…
In all the things… we ain’t sayin’.
You pull your sleeve like you’re fixin’ not to feel it,
I make a joke we both know ain’t real.
Clock ticks slow like it’s beggin’ for mercy…
Ain’t just the walls that are hurtin’.
And maybe love don’t always shout—
But silence?
That’s how it drowns.
We keep sayin’ nothin’… but it’s screamin’ loud,
Like a goodbye dress in a suitcase now.
We’re shufflin’ hearts like cards on the table,
Both too scared to lay ‘em down.
We ain’t sayin’ the words, but they’re hangin’ there—
Like smoke in the kitchen, thick in the air.
If love’s still here, it ain’t stayin’…
In all the things… we ain’t sayin’.

What We Ain't Sayin'

RED-HAIRED MARY (LYRICS)

While going to the fair of Dingle,
One fine morning last July;
While going up the road before me,
A red haired girl and I chanced to spy.
I went up to her, says I "Young lady,
My donkey he will carry two;
Well, seeing as how you have a donkey,
To the Dingle fair I'll ride with you."
Now, when we reached the town of Dingle,
I took her hand to say goodbye;
When a tinker man stood up beside me,
And he belted me in my left eye.

Chorus:
Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed;
We'll see the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in a married bed.

Now, I was feeling kind of peevish,
And my poor eye was sad and sore;
So I tapped him gently with me hobnail,
And he fell back through Murphy's door.
A policeman came around the corner,
And he told me I had broke the law;
Then, the donkey kicked him in the kneecap,
And he fell down and broke his jaw.
Then he went off to find his brother,
The biggest man you ever did meet;
And he gently tapped me with his knuckles,
And I was minus two front teeth.

Chorus:
Keep your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed.
We'll see the priest this very morning;
And tonight we'll lie in a married bed.

The red haired girl, she kept on smiling,
"I'll go with you young man" she said;
"We'll forget the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed."
Now, through the town we rode together,
My black eye and her red hair;
Smiling gaily at the tinkers,
And me God, we were a handsome pair.

Chorus:
Take your hands off red-haired Mary,
Her and I will soon be wed;
We'll forget the priest this very morning,
And tonight we'll lie in Murphy's shed.

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