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GPlowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
With a baCsket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tGea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just lCook at her face, she ain't foolin' Dme
She thinks my tractors sGexy
DIt really turns her Gon
She's always staring at me
DWhile I'm chugging aloGng
She liCkes the way it's pulGling
While I'm tiDlling up the lGand
She's eCven kinda crGazy 'bout my faDrmers tan
CShe's the oGnly one who reDally understGands what gCets me
She thinks my tractors sGexy
DShe thinks my tractors sGexy
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
One more teeny, weenie ride before I take her home
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GWell she aDin't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her eD7yes light up
(stop)
She thinks my tractors
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