| She likes to watch him out the window
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| Goin' ‘round in circles under the sun
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| Somethin' ‘bout a man on a tractor
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| With his hat on backwards
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| Lookin' forward to after he’s done
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| He keeps his eye on the back porch
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| She walks out, kicks off her shoes
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| Bare feet standin' in the short grass
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| Sweet ice tea in a tall glass
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| Judgin' by her smile, it’s about time to
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| Shut it down
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| Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out
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| But any hay to make can wait for now
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| Throttle back, drop the plow
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| Shut it down
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| He wipes his face off with his t-shirt
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| Climbs down and meets her by the gate
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| Takes himself a long, cool sip
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| Lays some sugar on her lips
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| Thinkin' maybe he oughta just call it a day
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| Shut it down
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| Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out
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| Any hay to make can wait for now
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| Take it on in the house
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| Shut it down
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| Ooh, big, blue sky, half-plowed field
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| Bird on a fender, tractor sittin' still
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| Any hay to make can wait for now
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| Take it on in the house
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| Close the door, lock it out, lock it out
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| Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down
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| Shut it down |