You need hands rough not soft
To come and warm you 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
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 gotta Jeep with camouflage seats
That way nobody needs to see us parked back up in these trees
Your little iPod´s loaded down with hoobastank
Don´t a tape player hater girl, we´re grooving to Hank

Hey I´m a country man
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 Ivy League, humvee, tennis sweater type
But girl I´m here to tell ya 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
`cause hey baby I´m a country man

Hey I´m a country man
Hunting me a good ole country girlfriend
What dontcha come and join me in my new deer stand
Hey baby I´m a country man
Hey baby I´m a country man