Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here he comes
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of Ty Nant.
I make a little room and he climbs on up,
Open up a throttle and stir a little dust,
Just look at his face, he ain't a foolin' me . . .
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
It really turns him on.
He's always starin' at me,
While I'm chuggin' along.
He likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land.
He's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmboy tan!
He's the only one who really understands what gets me,
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
We ride back and forth 'til 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.
He said he's got a dream and I asked what it is,
He wants to take over the world and
One more teeny, weeny "ride" before I take him home . . .
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
It really turns him on.
He's always starin' at me,
While I'm chuggin' along.
He likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land.
He's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmboy tan!
He's the only one who really understands what gets me,
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
Well, he's into cars but not pickup trucks,
But if it runs like a Deere man his eyes light up . . .
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
It really turns him on.
He's always starin' at me,
While I'm chuggin' along.
He likes the way it's pullin' while we're tillin' up the land.
He's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmboy tan!
He's the only one who really understands what gets me,
He thinks my tractor's sexy!
Gee, I wonder why?
Could it be this:
