George Strait Follow

'Round 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 the throttle and stir a little dust
Just look at her face, she ain't a fool to me
CHORUS:
She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
While I'm chugging along
She likes the way it's pulling while we're tillin' up the land
She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
She's the only one who really understands what gets me...
She thinks my tractor's sexy

We ride back and forth till we run outta 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 ask what it is
She wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
And one more teeny wenny ride before I take her home
(CHORUS)
Well she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it runs like a Deere then her eyes light up
(CHORUS)
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy
She thinks my tractor's sexy