Her Grandma was a dust bowl born and bred beauty. Her Mama was a boneified Oklahoma cutie. Her Daddy drove a tractor his whole life long, it runs in her blood. She's farm girl strong.
She hits the ground runnin' before the dawn cracks, Pulls up her ponytail through her baseball cap. Zips up her coveralls, slips her work boots on. It runs in her blood, she's farm girl strong.
But when the workdays done, shell get dressed up. Head into town in her pickup truck. Her jeans are tight and her legs are long, man shes a looker. She's farm girl strong.
She cooks a mean batch of buttermilk biscuits, If something breaks down she knows how to fix it. She likes an ice cold beer and a three cord song. It runs in her blood, shes farm girl strong.
But when the workdays done, shell get dressed up. Head into town in her pickup truck. Her jeans are tight and her legs are long, man shes a looker. She's farm girl strong.
But when the workdays done, shell get dressed up. Head into town in her pickup truck. Her jeans are tight and her legs are long, man shes a looker. She's farm girl strong.
Farm girl strong (man she's a looker)
Farm girl strong (man she's a looker)
It really turns me on (man she's a looker)
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