Plowing Fields Gulf Coast Cowboys [Intro] [Harmonica firing up the beat, growing slow to faster and faster] (Spoken, gritty deep southern man) [You make your job whatever you love to do, That way you’ll never have to work a day of your life] Rolling through the fields, under the sun’s thrill Plowing deep, feeling alive, sexy vibes in the air [Verse 1] Metal beast on the dirt, cutting through the soil Power and grace, a tractor’s thrill, making the earth boil Engine roaring, sparks fly, as we make our mark Between the rows, in the glow, igniting the dark [Pre-Chorus] Sparks and passion, the land’s getting filled With daring adventures, sexy thrills Ripping through the fields, feeling so free The tractor’s dance, just you and me [Chorus] Plowing fields and sexy thrills Riding high on the horsepower’s chills Underneath the wide, open skies Feel the rush as the tractor flies [Verse 2] Oh I got you baby, let that harmonica die down while I slide in behind the wheel— Steering wheel’s hot as your palms now, feel my chest pressed to your back? That growl ain’t the diesel, that’s me watching your forearms flex on the gearshift. Gulf heat’s nothing compared to the way you handle this thing—slow, deep, then goddamn reckless. [Pre-Chorus 2] Grab that throttle like you’re grabbing me, throttle it—yeah just like that. Dust rising up our ankles, sweat mixing with engine grease. I’m breathing that thick air in your ear, hot and slow: “You wanna switch off? Let me plow something… tighter.” Shit. Perfect timing. [Chorus] Plowing fields and sexy thrills Riding high on the horsepower’s chills Underneath the wide, open skies Feel the rush as the tractor flies [Bridge] Sunset on the horizon, the night awaits But still we ride, tending to our sacred fates The soil’s our canvas, passion’s our art In this country love, we never fall apart Now put her in neutral, hop the gate. Dirt’ll stain your knees When I pin you against these warm tires—still ticking from all that hard riding. You taste like salt fields and sin. [Outro] [spoken with harmonica winding down So here’s to the fields and the daring thrills To the engine’s roar and the passion spills Forever in the dirt, forever thrill Plowing life with the sexy will Tell me where you want the first thrust—steering column or that loose wheel hub?