country man

Lyrics

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 way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees, your little ipod's loaded down with hoobastank, don't be a tape-player hater, girl, we're groovin' to hank, hey, i'm a country man, a city boy can't do the things i can, i can hot-wire your tractor and plow up your land, hey, baby, i'm a country man, you like the ivy league, humvee, tennis sweater type, but, girl, i'm here to tell you don't believe the hype, 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 ol' country girlfriend, why don't you come and join me in my new deer stand, hey, baby, i'm a country man, hey, baby, i'm a country man