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 bucked 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 to 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 back roads, sucking jet fuel from the radio
Cows and corn field 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 to 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 straight away on a quarter mile track
She got a kiss that will 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 to hayloft ladder
A girl like that's what a country boy's after
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
And I go fast, she hollers faster
She's the first one up to 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
Between the water tower and the power lines
We're a cloud of dust once I get her bucked 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 to 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 back roads, sucking jet fuel from the radio
Cows and corn field 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 to 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 straight away on a quarter mile track
She got a kiss that will 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 to hayloft ladder
A girl like that's what a country boy's after
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
And I go fast, she hollers faster
She's the first one up to 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
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Nichols, Brett Beavers, Dustin Lynch
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