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Robby Longo
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Country Man
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's loaded down with Hoobastank Don't be a tape player hater girl, we're grooving 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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
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