Hang On A Farm

There's a lot of girls in this town
Who ain't never woke up to the sound
Of a rooster crowing or a tractor mowing ground
I remember what my mama told me
You need part Dolly Parton, boy
Part Annie Oakley
Ain't no city girl ever gonna hold me down

Cause I like a girl who can bait her own hook
Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book
She knows how to pray
But she'll roll in the hay in the barn

She can shoot a beer can
From her pink deer stand
Got a tan that runs halfway up her arm
Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm

I must admit that it had been ages
Since I seen a truck bed full of tomatoes
A rusty old classic
Stuck out at the traffic light

She rolled down a window
Looking all concerned
With a sweet southern drawl
She said "I made a wrong turn"
But I think you're wrong
Turns sometimes turn out right, all right

Cause I like a girl who can bait her own hook
Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book
She knows how to pray
But she'll roll in the hay in the barn

She can shoot a beer can
From her pink deer stand
Got a tan that runs halfway up her arm
Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm

I saw happy ever after
Once I saw her up on that tractor in spring
Her hair is hay bale yellow
Her eyes are John Deere green

And I like a girl who can bait her own hook
Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book
She knows how to pray
But she'll roll in the hay in the barn, oh oh

She can shoot a beer can
From her pink deer stand
Farmer's tan that runs halfway up her arm
Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm
Oh, I like a girl that can hang on a farm