She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy

[A]

[A]Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun

Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
With a ba[D]sket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet t[A]ea

I make a little room and she climbs on up

Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just l[D]ook at her face, she ain't foolin' [E]me

She thinks my tractors s[A]exy, [E]it really turns her [A]on
She's always staring at me, w[E]hile I'm chugging al[A]ong
She li[D]kes the way it's pu[A]lling
While we're t[E]illing up the [A]land
She's e[D]ven kinda cr[A]azy 'bout my fa[E]rmers tan
[D]She's the only o[A]ne who re[E]ally underst[A]ands what g[D]ets me
She thinks my tractors s[A]exy

We go back and forth till we run out of light
Take it to the barn, put it up for the night
Climb up in the hay 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 of kids
And one more teeny, weenie ride before I take her home

Well she a[E]in't into cars or pick-up trucks

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

She thinks my tractors

[E]She thinks my tractors s[A]exy
[E]She thinks my tractors s[A]exy

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