She Cranks My Tractor

She's a wild rose waitin' on me

At the end of the road

Between the water tower and the power lines

We're a cloud of dust once I

Get her buckled in my pickup truck

She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack

A Hollywood looker in a John Deere cap

I go fast, she hollers "faster"

She's the first one up the hayloft ladder

A girl like that's what a country boy's after

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

Burnin' the back roads, suckin' jet fuel

From the radio

Cows and cornfields flyin' by

Gates locked, hop the fence, sneak past

The barn where the river bank bends

She's the best skinny dipper that you're ever gonna find

She can hit the branch with her bra every time

I go fast, she hollers "faster"

She's the first one up the hayloft ladder

A girl like that's what a country boy's after

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack

A long straightaway on a quarter mile track

She's got a kiss that'll hit ya like a heart attack

I got the rifle, she's got the rack

I go fast, she hollers "faster"

She's the first one up the hayloft ladder

A girl like that's what a country boy's after

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

I go fast, she hollers "faster"

She's the first one up the hayloft ladder

A girl like that's what a country boy's after

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor

Hang on, girl