Country Man

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 i-pod loaded down with Hoobastank 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 hot-wire your tractor and plow up your land Hey baby I'm a country man You like the ivy league hum-v tennis sweater type But girl I'm here to tell you don't believe the high Hey I'm a country 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 huntinh 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