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Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun |
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Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes |
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With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea |
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I make a little room and she climbs on up |
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Open up a throttle and stir a little dust |
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Just look at her face, she ain't a foolin' me |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
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It really turns her on |
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She's always staring at me |
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While I'm chuggin' along |
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She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land |
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She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan |
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She's the only one who really understands what gets me |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
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We ride back and forth 'til we run out of light |
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Take it to the barn put it up for the night |
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Climb up in the loft, sit and talk with the radio on |
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She said she's got a dream and I asked what it is |
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She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids |
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And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
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It really turns her on |
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She's always staring at me |
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While I'm chuggin' along |
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She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land |
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She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan |
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She's the only one who really understands what gets me |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
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Well she ain't into cars or pick up trucks |
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But if it runs like a Deere man, her eyes light up |
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She thinks my tractor |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
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It really turns her on |
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She's always starin' at me |
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While I'm chuggin' along |
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She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land |
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She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmer's tan |
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She's the only one who really understands what gets me |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy, she thinks my tractor's sexy |
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She thinks my tractor's sexy |
