Lyrics

Intro
Poking...
Poking...

Verse 1
Poking along on an old John Deere
In weeds up to my throat
She?s burning oil and spit?n rust
I look out through the smoke

At the girl next door who?s hanging wash
And fighting with the breeze
Cutoff jeans and pink lipstick
Did she just wink at me...
No no NO... don?t leave

Chorus A
I need a hot rod tractor, tearing up this field
I need to move a lot faster, now that it?s revealed
Something?s cooking and the stove ain?t hot
If I?m ever gonna get to what she?s got
I need a hot rod tractor

Verse 2
When I turn the corner by the Old Mill Creek
I straighten up in my seat
She?s cross-legged on a flat-bed Ford
Parked beneath a tree

When out of the blue comes a red Corvette
An? a rooster tail of dirt
That Billy Bodine is looking to score
And he might get there first
My heart is ?bout to burst

Repeat Chorus A

Bridge
Well I?m too dang slow
Billy got there faster
I tip my hat to go
But she walks up to my tractor
... and says,

Verse 3 (½ verse)
?Boy you?ve got a sweet machine
Have you got room for me?
And as we pass that red Corvette
Billy?s on his knees
And I hear him asking ?Please...

Chorus B (drop last line)
I need a hot rod tractor, tearing up this field
Lord could you move a little faster, now that it?s revealed
Something?s cooking and the stove ain?t hot
If I?m ever gonna get to what she?s got...

Repeat Chorus B
I need a hot rod tractor, tearing up this field
Lord could you move a little faster, now that it?s revealed
Something?s cooking and the stove ain?t hot
If I?m ever gonna get to what she?s got
I need a hot rod tractor

Tag
Hot rod tractor... faster, faster
Hot rod tractor... faster, faster
Hot rod tractor... go man go

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