(Intro) A
A
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
A
Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
D A A
With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea
A
I make a little room and she climbs on up
A
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
D E
Just look at her face, she ain't foolin' me
(Chorus) A E A E
She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
A E A
She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
D A
She likes the way it's pulling
D A
While we're tilling up the land
D A E
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
D A D A E
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
A A
She thinks my tractors sexy
A
We're riding back and forth till we run out of light
A
Take it to the barn, put it up for the night
D A A
Climb up in the loft, sit and talk with the radio on
A
She says she's got a dream and I ask what it is
A
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
D E
One more teeny, weenie ride before I take her home
(Chorus) A E A E
She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
A E A
She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
D A
She likes the way it's pulling
D A
While we're tilling up the land
D A E
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
D A D A E
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
A
She thinks my tractors sexy
(Bridge) E
Well she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
E
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
E
She thinks my tractors
(Chorus) A E A E
She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
A E A
She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
D A
She likes the way it's pulling
D A
While we're tilling up the land
D A E
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
D A D A E
She's the only one who really understands what gets me
A E
She thinks my tractors sexy
A E
She thinks my tractors sexy
A (hold)
