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 Shut it down Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out But any hay to make can wait for now Throttle back, drop the plow Shut it down 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 Shut it down Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house Shut it down 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 Shut it down