There's something so attractive 'bout a working man that always makes sense When he's backing out the tractor or patching up the old wood fence He doesn't need a weight bench, you oughta see the boy split wood Wrenchin' on a farm truck is how he makes his arms look good All the ladies know what I'm talking 'bout Whenever he's around it's like Bow chicka wow wow
Sweatin' in a heat wave cleanin' out the old hay loft The ladies waitin' all day to see him take his t-shirt off He don't need Prada cos he's got a pair of cowboy boots Yeah, farmer tan and blue jeans is better than a three piece suit I know it ain't ladylike to say it out loud But everything about him says Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh Wo-ow, wo-ow Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss Tool belt on his hips I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix Wo-ow, wo-ow He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne All the ladies lovin' on a working man Let me hear you sing it now Bow chicka wow wow
He's got a nine pound hammer and I'm bettin' he can swing that thing He got me lookin at his left hand checking for a little gold ring Always been a gentleman, see him run to hold that door But he can get you all fired up stompin' on the honky tonk floor All the ladies know what I'm talkin' 'bout Whenever he's around it's like Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh Wo-ow, wo-ow Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss Tool belt on his hips I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix Wo-ow, wo-ow He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne All the ladies lovin' on a working man Let me hear you sing it now Bow chicka wow wow
Wo-ow, wo-ow Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss Tool belt on his hips I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix Wo-ow, wo-ow He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne All the ladies lovin' on a working man Let me hear you sing it now Let me hear you sing it now Bow chicka wow wowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
