Plow in’ these and fields in the hot sum mer sun and o ver by the gate, lord y, here she for the comes with a (Eb)bas ket full of chick en and a big cold jug ra of sweet (Bb)tea.

I make a lit tle room and she climbs on what it up.

She O pen up her throt tle and stir yard a lit tle dust.

Just (Eb)look one at more her teen face, y ween y ride she be ain’t fore a I fool her in’ me.

(CN.C.)She thinks my trac tor’s sex y,

it real ly turns her on.

She’s al ways star in’ at me

while I’m chug gin’ a long.

She (Eb)likes the way it’s (Bb)pull in’ while we’re (F)till in’ up the (Bb)land.

She’s (Eb)e ven kind of (Bb)cra zy ’bout my (F)farm er’s tan.

(Eb)She’s the on ly (Bb)one who real ly un der (Bb)stands what gets me.

(CN.C.)She thinks my trac tor’s sex y.

We ride in’ back and forth till we run out of light.

and Take it to the barn, put it up she for the night.

with a (Eb)Climb up in the loft, en sit and talk with the ra di o.

(Bb)on.

She says she’s got a dream and I ask on what it is.

She wants a lit tle farm tle and a yard a full of kids and (Eb)look one at more her teen face, y ween y ride she be ain’t fore a I take her in’ home.

(CN.C.)She thinks my trac tor’s sex y,

it real ly turns her on.

She’s al ways star in’ at me

while I’m chug gin’ a long.

She (Eb)likes the way it’s (Bb)pull in’ while we’re (F)till in’ up the (Bb)land.

She’s (Eb)e ven kind of (Bb)cra zy ’bout my (F)farm er’s tan.

(Eb)She’s the on ly (Bb)one who real ly un der (Bb)stands what gets me.

(CN.C.)She thinks my trac tor’s sex y.

We y.

Well, she (F)ain’t in to cars or pick up trucks, but if it runs like a Deere, man, her eyes light up.

(CN.C.)She thinks my trac tor, she thinks my trac tor’s sex y.

she thinks my trac tor’s sex y,

she thinks my trac tor’s sex y.