Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gates, lawdy here she comes
With a baskey full o' chicken and a big cold jug o' sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face
She ainta foolin' me

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She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pullin
While I'm tillin' up the land
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
She's the only one who really understands
what gets me
She thinks my tractor's sexy

We ride it back and forth till we run outta light
Take it to the barn, put it up for the night
Climb up in the loft, sit and talk
With the radio on
She says she's got a dream
And I ask what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full o' kids
And one more teeny weeny ride
before I take her home

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Well she aint into cars or pickup trucks
But if it runs like a Deere, man her eyes light up

She think's my tractor's

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