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VERSE 1

         E      A         E
You need hands, rough not soft

   E                               B7
To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft

       E                             A          E
Let me hold you little darlin in my big strong arms

     E                           B7          E
Cant get these kinda muscles anywhere but a farm


CHORUS

E          A       E
Hey, Im a country man

     E                   B7
A city boy cant do the things I can

      E                       A          E
I can grow my own groceries, salt-cure a ham

  E              B7        E
Hey, baby, Im a country man.



VERSE 2

        E           A          E
I got a jeep, with camouflage seats

     E                              B7          E
That way nobody sees up parked back up in these trees

            E                        A     E
Your little IPods loaded down with Hoobastank

            E                            B7         E
Dont be a tape player hater, girl were groovin to Hank


CHORUS 2

  E        A       E
Hey, Im a country man

     E                   B7
A city boy cant do the things I can

       E                       A             E
I can hotwire your tractor and plow up your land

  E              B7        E
Hey, baby, Im a country man.


BRIDGE

              A
You like the Ivy League, Humvee, tennis sweater type

      B7
But girl Im to tell ya, dont believe the hype


CHORUS

  E        A       E
Hey, Im a country man

       E                               B7
I can wrestle hogs and gators with my two bare hands

      E                            A       E
Girl, you better move quick, Im in high demand

  E              B7       E
Hey, baby, Im a country man.

  E         A       E
HEY!! Im a country man

E                      B7
Huntin me a good ole country girlfriend

     E                               A         F#
Why dont you come and join me in my new deer stand?

    E            B7       E
Hey, baby, Im a country man

    E            B7       E
Hey, baby, Im a country man.