Paroles officielles de la chanson «Country Man» : Luke Bryan

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Country Man"

You need hands rough not soft
To come and warm you 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
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 gotta Jeep with camouflage seats
That way nobody needs to see us parked back up in these trees
Your little iPod's loaded down with hoobastank
Don't a tape player hater girl, we're grooving to Hank

Hey I'm a country man
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, humvee, tennis sweater type
But girl I'm here to tell ya 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
`cause hey baby I'm a country man

Hey I'm a country man
Hunting me a good ole country girlfriend
What dontcha come and join me in my new deer stand
Hey baby I'm a country man
Hey baby I'm a country man