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