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She Thinks My Tractors Sexy [A]Kenny Chesney

Intro
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A Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
A Over by the gate Lordy, here she comes
With a D basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet A tea A
I A make a little room and she climbs on up
A Open up the throttle and stir a little dust
Just D look at her face, she ain't foolin' E7 me

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She thinks my tractors A sexy E7 it really turns her A on
She's always staring A at me E7 while I'm chugging A along
She D likes the way it's A pulling
While we're E7 tilling up the A land
She's D even kinda A crazy 'bout my E7 farmers tan
D She's the only A one who E7 really underAstands what D gets meeee E7
She thinks my tractors A sexy A

We’re A riding back and forth till we run out of light
A Take it to the barn, put it up for the night
D Climb up in the loft, sit and talk with the radio A on A
She A says she's got a dream and I ask what it is
She A wants a little farm and a yard full of kids
D One more teeny, weenie ride before I take her E7 home

Chorus

Bridge
Well E7 she ain't into cars or pick-up trucks
But if it E7 runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
She thinks my E7 tractors

Chorus
She thinks my tractors A sexy E7 it really turns her A on
She's always staring A at me E7 while I'm chugging A along
She D likes the way it's A pulling
While we're E7 tilling up the A land
She's D even kinda A crazy 'bout my E7 farmers tan
D She's the only A one who E7 really underAstands what D gets meeee E7
She thinks my tractors A sexy E7

Outro
She thinks my tractors A sexy E7
She thinks my tractors A sexy
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