| She’s a wild rose waiting on me at the end of the road
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| Between the water tower and the power lines
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| We’re a cloud of dust once I get her buckled in my pickup truck
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| She’s ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack
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| A Hollywood looker in a John Deere cap
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| I go fast, she hollers faster
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| She’s the first one up the hayloft ladder
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| A girl like that’s what a country boy’s after
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| Burning the backroads, sucking jet fuel from the radio
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| Cows and corn fields flying by
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| Gate’s locked, hop the fence
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| Sneak past the barn where the riverbank bends
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| She’s the best skinny dipper that you’re ever gonna find
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| She can hit the branch with her bra every time, and
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| I go fast, she hollers faster
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| She’s the first one up the hayloft ladder
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| A girl like that’s what a country boy’s after
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| She’s ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack
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| A long straight away on a quarter mile track
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| She got a kiss that’ll hit you like a heart attack
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| I got the rifle she’s got the rack and
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| I go fast, she hollers faster
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| She’s the first one up the hayloft ladder
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| A girl like that’s what a country boy’s after
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| I go fast, she hollers faster
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| She’s the first one up the hayloft ladder
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| A girl like that’s what a country boy’s after
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor
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| She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor |