She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy

Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun

Over by the gate lordy here she comes

With a basket full of chicken

And a big cold jug of sweet tea

I make a little room and she climbs on up

Open up a throttle and stir a little dust

Just look at her face she ain't a 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 we're tillin' up the land

She's even kind of 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 back and forth 'til we run out of 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 said she's got a dream and I asked what it is

She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids

One more teeny weeny ride before take her home

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Well she ain't into cars or pickup trucks

But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up

She thinks my tractor's

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She thinks my tractor's sexy

She thinks my tractor's sexy