Titties & Tractors

[Verse 1]
She got hay on her boots
Lip gloss on my beer
Laughin' at my old dog
Ridin' shotgun here
Sunburn on her shoulders
Cutoff denim frayed
Said, "Boy, hit that backroad
I got dues to get paid"
[Chorus]
Titties and tractors, Lord have mercy
Tailgates droppin' in the dirt seat
She climbin' on up, sayin', "Drive me crazy"
Farm boy hands on a homegrown lady
Bless this view, and bless my soul
Country boy heart on full control
Titties and tractors, red clay groove
Small-town saint with a wild-side move (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
She stole my flannel shirt
Tied it high and tight
Truck bed turned to a dance floor
In that porch light
Sang off-key to the radio
Didn’t miss one sip
Said, "You like my accent
Or the way these curves sit?"
[Chorus]
Titties and tractors, Lord have mercy
Tailgates droppin' in the dirt seat
She climbin' on up, sayin', "Drive me crazy"
Farm boy hands on a homegrown lady
Bless this view, and bless my soul
Country boy heart on full control
Titties and tractors, red clay groove
Small-town saint with a wild-side move
[Bridge]
Mama raised me to say grace
Hat in hand, eyes up high
But she bendin' over that toolbox
Got me prayin' one more time (amen)
[Chorus]
Titties and tractors, Lord have mercy
Tailgates droppin' in the dirt seat
She climbin' on up, sayin', "Drive me crazy"
Farm boy hands on a homegrown lady
Bless this view, and bless my soul
Bonfire glow on a backroad roll
Titties and tractors, that’s my truth
Big sky night, and she the proof (hey!)

country, Playful modern country with male vocals; midtempo shuffle groove driven by twangy Telecaster, upright bass, and brushed snare. Verses stay tight and talky, almost spoken with a wink; chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and big singalong melody. Steel guitar bends and barroom piano fills add humor, with a short breakdown before the final hook for crowd call-and-response.