She Cranks My Tractor

She's a wild rose

Waiting 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

Burning the backroads

Sucking jet fuel from the radio

Cows and corn fields flying by

Gate's locked, hop the fence

Sneak past the barn where the riverbank bends

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

She can hit the branch with her bra every time

And 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 got a kiss that'll hit you like a heart attack

I got the rifle, she's got the rack

And 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