Luke Bryan - Country Man lyrics
[Luke Bryan - Country Man lyrics]
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 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 grow my own groceries
And salt cure a ham
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
Hey I'm a country man
Hunting 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