Grease

It's been a long, hot summer

For a hard-working John Deere man

You're real tired, well, no wonder

'Cause you earned that farmer's tan

While I been working in the garden

You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea

Well, look at what ya started

All because you got a little thirsty

Good God Almighty

Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog

Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming

Baby, I can handle the heat

Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

Now we cooking with grease

Now we cooking with grease

Let's slow it down, let me help ya

Button down that blue collar

Boy, your touch is burning up

You make a kettle on the stove wanna holler

Got me saying hallelujah

Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do

But that hat turned back and them kisses like that

Make it real hard to keep it cool

Good God Almighty

Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog

Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming

Baby, I can handle the heat

Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

Now we cooking with grease

Now we cooking with grease

Come on

Woo

It's getting hot in here

You know who's bringing home the bacon

Good God Almighty

Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog

Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas

Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming

Baby, I can handle the heat

Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama

Hot damn, four hundred degrees

Now we cooking with grease

Yeah, we cooking with grease

I ain't talking about no Crisco