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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?

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