Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun Over by gate lordy here she comes With a basket full of chicken and big cold jug sweet tea I make little room climbs on up Open throttle stir dust Just look at her face ain't foolin' me She thinks my tractor's sexy It really turns She's always starin' While I'm chuggin' along likes way it's pullin' while we're tillin' land even kind crazy 'bout farmer's tan only one who understands what gets We ride back forth 'til we run out light Take it to barn put for night Climb loft sit talk with radio said she's got dream asked is wants farm yard kids One more teeny weeny before take home Well into cars or pickup trucks But if runs like Deere man eyes