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