Luke Bryan - Country Man Lyrics
You need hands, rough not softTo come and warm you up up in that cold hayloftLet me hold you little darling in my big strong armsCan't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farmHey I'm a country man, a city boy can't do the things I can oI can grow my own groceries and salt cure a hamHey baby I'm a country manI've got a jeep with camouflage seatsThat way nobody sees us parked back up in these treesYour little i-pod loaded down with HoobastankDon't be a tape player hater girl were groovin' to HankHey I'm a country man a city boy can't do the things I canI can hotwire your tractor and plow up your landHey baby I'm a country manYou like the ivy league hum-v tennis sweater typeBut girl I'm here to tell you don't believe the lieHey I'm a country man I can wrestle hogs and gators with my two bare handsGirl you better move quick I'm in high demandHey baby I'm a country manHey I'm a country man hunting me a good ol'Country girlfriendWhy don't you come and join me in my new deerstandHey baby I'm a country manHey baby I'm a country man
