Plowing 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
Just look at her face, she ain't foolin' me
She thinks my tractors sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm chugging along
She likes the way it's pulling
While I'm tilling up the land
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
She thinks my tractors sexy
She thinks my tractors sexy
Verse 2.
Well she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
(stop)