Country Man Lyrics

Luke Bryan

You need hands, rough not soft
to come and warm you up up in the cold hay loft
let me hold you little darlin
in my big strong arms,
can't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm

hey im 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 im a country man

I've got a jeep, with camouflage seats
that way no body sees up parked back up in these trees
your little i-pod's loaded down with Hoobastank
don't be a tape player hater girl we're cruising to Hank

Hey im a country man
a city boy cant do the things i can
I can hot wire your tractor and plow up your land
hey baby im a country man

you like the ivy league hum-vee tennis sweater type
But girl im here to tell you, don't believe the hype
hey im a counrty man
i can wrestle hogs and gators with my two bare hands
girl you better move quick, im in high demand.
hey im a country man

hey im a country man.
huntin me a good ole country girlfriend
why dont you come and join in my new deer stand
hey baby im a country

hey baby im a country man