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   E              A         E
1. You need hands rough not soft
   E                B             E
   To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft
   E               A               E
   Let me hold you little darlin in my big strong arms
   E               B             E
   Can't get these kinda muscles anywhere but a farm

   E          A        E
R: Hey I'm a country man
   E          B            E
   a city boy can't do the things I can
   E          A                E
   I can grow my own groceries and salt cure a ham
   E        B             E
   Hey baby I'm a country man
   
2. I've got a jeep with camouflage seats
   That way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees
   Your little i-pod loaded down with Hoobastank
   Don't be a tape player hater girl were cruising to Hank

R: Hey I'm a country man
   a city boy can't do the things I can
   I can hot wire your tractor and plow up your land
   Hey baby I'm a country man

         A
*: You like the ivy league hum-v tennis sweater type
             B
   But girl I'm here to tell you don't believe the hype

R: Hey I'm a country I can wrestle hogs 
   and gators with my two bare hands
   Girl you better move quick I'm in high demand
   Hey baby I'm a country man

   E          A       E
   Hey I'm a country man
   E                     B
   huntin me a good ol' country girlfriend
   E                                    A           F#
   Why don't you come and join me in my new deer stand
   E              B       E
   Hey baby I'm a country man
   E              B       E
   Hey baby I'm a country man