You need hands rough not soft
To come and warm you up
up in that cold hayloft
Let me hold you little darling
in my big strong arms
Can't get these kind of muscles
anywhere but a farm
Hey I'm a country man
a city boy can't do the things I can
I can grow my own groceries
and salt cure a ham
Hey baby I'm a country man
I've got a jeep
with camouflage seats
That play nobody sees us
parked back up in these trees
Your little ipod loaded down
with hoope and stink
Don't be a tape player hater
girl were cruising to Hank
Hey I'm a country man
a city boy can't do the things I can
I can hotwire your tractor
and plow up your land
Hey baby I'm a country man
You like the ivy league
humv tennis sweater type
But girl I'm here to tell you
don't believe the high
Hey I'm a country man
I can wrestle hogs and gators
with my two bare hands
Girl you better move quick
I'm in high demand
Hey baby I'm a country man
Hey I'm a country man
hunting me a good ole'
country girlfriend
Why don't you come and
join me in my new deerstand
Hey baby I'm a country man
Hey baby I'm a country man