Luke Bryan - Country Man lyrics

You need hands, rough not soft

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 iPod's loaded down with Hoobastank

Don't be a tape player hater girl, we're grooving 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 Ivy 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

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Hey I'm a country man

Hunting me a good ole' 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