She's a wild rose waiting on me at the end of the road
between the water 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 field flying by
Gate's locked, hop the fence
Sneak past the barn where the riverbank bends
shes the best skinny dipper that you're ever gonna find
she can hit the branch with her bra every time, and
Repeat Chorus
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'll hit you like a heart attack
I got the rifle she's got the rack and
Repeat Chorus two times
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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