[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lainey Wilson/Jessi Alexander/Andrew Petroff
[00:13.270]It's been a long, hot summer
[00:15.981]For a hard-working John Deere man
[00:18.651]You're real tired, well, no wonder
[00:21.447]'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
[00:23.871]While I been working in the garden
[00:26.388]You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
[00:29.436]Well, look at what ya started
[00:31.730]All because you got a little thirsty
[00:35.093]Good God Almighty
[00:36.732]Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
[00:40.422]Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
[00:45.766]Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
[00:48.951]Baby, I can handle the heat
[00:51.242]Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
[00:54.289]Hot damn, four hundred degrees
[00:56.533]Now we cooking with grease
[01:01.530]Now we cooking with grease
[01:07.892]Let's slow it down, let me help ya
[01:10.562]Button down that blue collar
[01:13.180]Boy, your touch is burning up
[01:15.904]You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
[01:18.621]Got me saying hallelujah
[01:21.562]Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
[01:24.061]But that hat turned back and them kisses like that
[01:26.977]Make it real hard to keep it cool
[01:29.559]Good God Almighty
[01:31.298]Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
[01:34.916]Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
[01:40.453]Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
[01:43.507]Baby, I can handle the heat
[01:45.857]Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
[01:48.809]Hot damn, four hundred degrees
[01:50.959]Now we cooking with grease
[01:56.266]Now we cooking with grease
[02:02.505]Come on
[02:05.501]Woo
[02:07.721]It's getting hot in here
[02:10.959]You know who's bringing home the bacon
[02:24.221]Good God Almighty
[02:25.853]Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
[02:29.644]Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
[02:34.941]Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
[02:37.944]Baby, I can handle the heat
[02:40.433]Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
[02:43.249]Hot damn, four hundred degrees
[02:45.224]Now we cooking with grease
[02:50.532]Yeah, we cooking with grease
[02:56.056]I ain't talking about no Crisco

作曲 : Lainey Wilson/Jessi Alexander/Andrew Petroff
It's been a long, hot summer
For a hard-working John Deere man
You're real tired, well, no wonder
'Cause you earned that farmer's tan
While I been working in the garden
You been melting all the ice in my sweet tea
Well, look at what ya started
All because you got a little thirsty
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
Now we cooking with grease
Let's slow it down, let me help ya
Button down that blue collar
Boy, your touch is burning up
You make the kettle on the stove wanna holler
Got me saying hallelujah
Like a good ol' girl is supposed to do
But that hat turned back and them kisses like that
Make it real hard to keep it cool
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
Now we cooking with grease
Come on
Woo
It's getting hot in here
You know who's bringing home the bacon
Good God Almighty
Boy, you got me begging like a ol' hound dog
Buttered up and rolling, like a skillet smoking up a kitchen down in Arkansas
Yeah, we on to something, won't ya keep it coming
Baby, I can handle the heat
Yeah, boy, you make me wanna rear back and slap my mama
Hot damn, four hundred degrees
Now we cooking with grease
Yeah, we cooking with grease
I ain't talking about no Crisco