To come and warm you up 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 a 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 got a jeep with camouflage seats
That way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees
Your little i-pod loaded down with Hoobastank
Don’t be a tape player hater girl were cruising to Hank
Hey I’m a country man a city boy can’t do the things I can
I can hot wire your tractor and plow up your land
Hey baby I’m a country man
You like the ivy league hum-v tennis sweater type
But girl I’m here to tell you don’t believe the hype
Hey I’m a country 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