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?