Lyrics: Country Man

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 bog 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 growmy own groceries and saltcure 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 is loading
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 hotwire your tractor
And plow up your land
Hey baby, i'm a country man

You like the ive 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
Huntin' 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