to come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft
can't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm
a city boy can't do the things i can
i can grow my own groceries and salt-cure a ham
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
a city boy can't do the things i can
i can hot-wire your tractor and plow up your land
i'm here to tell you don't believe the hype
i can wrestle hogs and gators with my two bare hands
you better move quick i'm in high demand
hunting me a good ol' country girlfriend
why don't you come and join me in my new deer stand