She Thinks My Tractors Sexy taby ukulele według Kenny Chesney

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Verse 1:
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Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun

Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
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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
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Just look at her face, she ain't foolin' me


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She thinks my tractors sexy, it really turns her on
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She's always staring at me, while I'm chugging along
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She likes the way it's pulling 
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While we're tilling up the land
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She's even kinda crazy 'bout my farmers tan
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She's the only one who really understands what gets me
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She thinks my tractors sexy



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We go back and forth till we run out of light
Take it to the barn, put it up for the night
Climb up in the hay loft, sit and talk with the radio on
She says 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, weenie ride before I take her home


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Well she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
                                     
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
            
She thinks my tractors


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She thinks my tractors sexy
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She thinks my tractors sexy