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