Who's Your Farmer

Who's your farmer

Who's your roughneck

Who's your curved bill, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck

Who's the one you fix a drink

Watch out over your kitchen sink

Turn you on like a fire alarmer

Girl, who's your farmer?

Who keeps planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who's your farmer?

Who's your John Deere

Who's your cold beer

Who's the arms around you on a four-wheeler flying through a hayfield

Who's your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan

Home grown southern charmer

Who's your farmer?

Who keeps planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who's your farmer?

Who works harder on loving you than any old hard earned dollar

Tell me, who's your farmer?

Girl come on up here, let me show you how to drop a row marker

Tell me, who's your farmer?

Who keeps planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips

Who lays your life out in pretty little rows

Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes

Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who's your farmer?

Yes, say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who's your farmer?

Aw, who's your farmer, baby?