(Intro) A
A Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
A Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
DAA 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
DE Just look at her face, she ain't foolin' me
 (Chorus)
AEAE She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
AEA She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
DA She likes the way it's pulling
DA While we're tilling up the land
DAE She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
DADAE She's the only one who really understands what gets me
AA 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
DAA 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
DE One more teeny, weenie ride before I take her home
 (Chorus)
AEAE She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
AEA She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
DA She likes the way it's pulling
DA While we're tilling up the land
DAE She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
DADAE 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)
AEAE She thinks my tractors sexy it really turns her on
AEA She's always staring at me while I'm chugging along
DA She likes the way it's pulling
DA While we're tilling up the land
DAE She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
DADAE She's the only one who really understands what gets me
AE She thinks my tractors sexy
AE She thinks my tractors sexy
 A (hold)