You need hands, rough not soft [bad word] 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 play nobody sees us parked back up in these trees
Your little i-pod loaded down with hoope and stink
Don't be a tape player hater girl were [bad word] to Hank

Hey I'm a country man a city boy can't do the things I can
Ican hotwire 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 high

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 huntinh me a good ole'
country girlfriend
Why don't [bad word] and join me in my new deerstand
Hey baby I'm a country man
Hey baby I'ma country man