Verse 1
You need hands, rough not soft
To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft
Let me hold you little darlin in my big strong arms
Cant get these kinda muscles anywhere but a farm
Chorus 1
Hey, Im a country man
A city boy cant do the things I can
I can grow my own groceries, and salt-cure a ham
Hey, baby, Im a country man.
Verse 2
I got a JEEP, with camouflage seats
That way nobody sees up parked back up in these trees
Your little IPods loaded down with Hoobastank
Dont be a tape player hater, girl were groovin to Hank.
Chorus 2
Hey, Im a country man
A city boy cant do the things I can
I can hotwire your tractor and plow up your land
Hey, baby, Im a country man.
Bridge
You like the Ivy League, Humvee, tennis sweater type
But girl Im to tell ya, dont believe the hype
Chorus
Hey, Im a country man
I can wrestle hogs and gators with my two bare hands
Girl, you better move quick, Im in high demand
Hey, baby, Im a country man.
Hey, Im country man
Huntin me a good ole country girlfriend
Why dont you come and join me in my new deer stand?
Hey, baby, Im a country man.
Hey, baby, Im a country man.