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TABBY CAT MUSIC ARCHIVES 

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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date:  October 28, 1999
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Note: Hate the key?  Capo the first fret and play these
Chords ignoring the sharp symbol.  n.c. means no chord played

   SHE THINKS MY TRACTOR'S SEXY    Kenny Chesney

A#
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
A#
Over by the gate Lordy here she comes
        D#                                                 A#
With a basket full of chicken and A big cold jug of sweet tea
A#
I make a little room and she climbs on up
A#        
Open up the throttle stir a little dust
D#                                  F
Look at her face she ain't foolin' me

CHORUS:

n.c.                     A#   F                     A#      
She thinks my tractor's sexy    It really turns her on
A#                           F                    A#
She's always staring at me while I'm chugging a-long
     D#                                F
She likes the way I'm pulling while tilling up the land
       D#                            F
She's even kind of crazy 'bout my farmer's tan
D#                        A#                     D#
She's the only one who really understands What gets me
n.c.                     A# 
She thinks my tractor's sexy.


A#
We ride back and forth till we run out of light
A#
We take it to the barn put it up for the night
D#                                                A#
Climbs up in the loft sit and talk with the radio on
A#
She says she has a dream and I ask what it is
A#
She wants a little farm and a yard for the kids
D#                                               F
And one more teeny weeny ride before I take her home
Go to chorus
F
Well she ain't into cars or pick up trucks
F
But if it runs like a Deere man her eyes light up
F
She thinks my tractor's  go to chorus
n.c.                     A#
She thinks my tractor's sexy.