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
She thinks my tractor's se y
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 se y
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
She thinks my tractor's se y
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 se y
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
She thinks my tractor's se y
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 se y
She thinks my tractor's se y
She thinks my tractor's se y
