Country Man

| E | A/E E | E | B | | E | A E | E | B A G E | E A E You need hands, rough, not soft, E B to come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft. E A E Let me hold you, little darling, in my big strong arms, E B A G E can't get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm. E A E Hey, I'm a country man, E B a city boy can't do the things I can, E A E I can grow my own groceries and salt cure a ham, E B A G E Hey baby, I'm a country man. | E | A E | E | B A G E | E A E I've got a jeep with camouflage seats E B that way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees. E A E Your little iPod's loaded down with Hoobastank, E B A G E don't be a tape player hater girl, we're grooving to Hank. E A E Hey, I'm a country man, E B a city boy can't do the things I can, E A E I can grow my own groceries and salt cure a ham, E B A G E Hey baby, I'm a country man. | E | A E | E | B | | E | A E | E C#m | B A G E | A A You like the Ivy League Humvee Tennis-sweater type, B B B B B but, girl, I'm here to tell you: don't believe the hype. E A E Hey, I'm a country man, E B I can wrestle hogs and 'gators with my two bare hands. E A E Girl, you better move quick I'm in high demand. E B A G E Hey, baby, I'm a country man. End-Chorus E A E Hey, I'm a country man, E B hunting me a good ole' country girlfriend. E A A#dim7 Why don't you come and join me in my new deer stand? E B A G E Hey, baby, I'm a country man. E B A G E Hey, baby, I'm a country man.