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 capI 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 tractorBurning 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
Shes the best skinny dipper that you're ever gonna find
She can hit the branch with her bra every time, andI 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 tractorShe'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 andI 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 tractorI 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
She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
Hang on girl
Songwriters
TIM NICHOLS, DUSTIN LYNCH, BRETT BEAVERSPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group