Kenny Chesney

^G Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
With a ba ^C sket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet t ^G ea
I make a little room and she climbs on up
Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just l ^C ook at her face, she ain't foolin' ^D me
Chorus:
She thinks my tractors s ^G exy
^D It really turns her ^G on
She's always staring at me
^D While I'm chugging alo ^G ng
She li ^C kes the way it's pul ^G ling
While I'm ti ^D lling up the l ^G and
She's e ^C ven kinda cr ^G azy 'bout my fa ^D rmers tan
^C She's the o ^G nly one who re ^D ally underst ^G ands what g ^C ets me
She thinks my tractors s ^G exy
^D She thinks my tractors s ^G exy
Verse 2.
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
One more teeny, weenie ride before I take her home
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge:
^G Well she a ^D in't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it runs like a Deere man her e ^D7 yes light up
(stop)
She thinks my tractors
(Repeat Chorus)