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She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy by Kenny Chesney 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 tall jug of sweet tea I make a little room and she climbs on up, 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 staring at me, while I'm chuggin along She likes the way its pullin while were tillin up the land, She's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan, She's the only one who really understands what gets me, She think's my tractor's Sexy We ride back and forth til we run out of light, then 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 ask what it is, She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids, and one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home 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 its pullin while were tillin up the land, She's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan, She's the only one who really understands what gets me, She think's my tractor's Sexy 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, 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 its pullin while were tillin up the land, She's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan, She's the only one who really understands what gets me, She think's my tractor's Sexy, She think's my tractor's Sexy, She think's my tractor's Sexy |
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