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 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