She Cranks My Tractor - Dustin Lynch

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, 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, she cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor