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
She's 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 2x


She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor