Tom: A
Introdução: A
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Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
D A
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
D E
Just look at her face, she ain't foolin' me
A E A
She thinks my tractors sexy, it really turns her on
E A
She's always staring at me, while I'm chugging along
D A
She likes the way it's pulling
E A
While we're tilling up the land
D A E
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
D A E A D
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
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She thinks my tractors sexy
We go back and forth till we run out of light
E
Well she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
E A
She thinks my tractors sexy
E A
She thinks my tractors sexy