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
I open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face, she ain't a foolin' me

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pulling while we're tillin' 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 tractor's sexy

We ride back and forth 'til we run out a 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 says she's got a dream and I ask what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
And one more teeny weenie ride before I take her home

She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pulling while we're tillin' 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 tractor's sexy

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
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chuggin' along
She likes the way it's pulling while we're tillin' 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 tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy

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Writer(s): James Allen Collins Jr., Paul Lester Overstreet