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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 Open up a throttle and stir a little dust Just look at her face she ain't a foolin me We ride back and forth until we run out of 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 said she's got a dream and I asked what it is She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids One more teeny weeny ride before take her home Well she ain't into cars or pick up trucks But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up She thinks my tractor's sexy It really turns her on She's always staring at me While I'm chuggin along She likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan She's the only one who really understands what gets me She thinks my tractor's sexy ![]()
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