Country Man Lyrics - Singles - Bryan Luke

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 i-pod loaded down with hoobastank 

Don't be a tape player hater girl were groovin' 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 hum-v tennis sweater type 

But girl I'm here to tell you don't believe the high 

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 

Hey I'm a country man huntinh 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