| Who’s your farmer? |
| Who’s your cowboy?
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| Who’s your curved bill, dirty boots thrown, on the back porch ploughboy?
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| (Ploughboy)
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| Who’s the one you fix a drink, watch out over your kitchen sink?
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| Turn you on like a fire alarmer, girl
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips?
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| Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
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| Who lays your life out in pretty little rows?
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| Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes?
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| Aww, say my name and let it echo through the holler
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who’s your john deere, who’s your cold beer?
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| Who’s your arms-around-you, on a four-wheeler flyin' through a hayfield?
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| Who’s your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan, home grown southern charmer
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips?
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| Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
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| Who lays your life out in pretty little rows?
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| Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes?
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| Aww, say my name and let it echo through the holler
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who works harder on lovin' you than any ole hard-earned dollar, tell me?
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| (Tell me, tell me)
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Girl, come on up here let me show you how to drop a row marker, tell me
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips?
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| Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
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| Who lays your life out in pretty little rows?
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| Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes?
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| Aww, say my name and let it echo through the holler
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Yeah, say my name and let it echo through the holler
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| Who’s your farmer?
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| Who’s your farmer, baby? |