Lyrics
Who s your farmer, who works harder on lovin you than any ol hard earned dollar
tell me who s your farmer
Who s your farmer, who s your farmer Janson, let me show you how to drop a row marker
let it echo through the holler
Let it echo through the holler, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck, who s the one you fix a drink
Who works harder on lovin you than any ol hard earned dollar, dancin in the rain with my hands on your hips, dancin in the rain with my hands on your hips
Dancin in the rain with my hands on your hips, who s your roughneck Farmer, girl come on up here
Who s your farmer, who s your farmer Janson, let it echo through the holler
Who s your farmer, who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield, turn you on like a fire alarmer
tell me who s your farmer
Who s your farmer, who works harder on lovin you than any ol hard earned dollar Your, who lays your life out in pretty little rows
Home grown southern charmer, girl come on up here
turn you on like a fire alarmer
Who lays your life out in pretty little rows, who s your farmer
Girl who s your farmer, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck, let me show you how to drop a row marker
who s your farmer
Who keeps plantin them kisses on your south georgia lips, who keeps plantin them kisses on your south georgia lips Janson, who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield
girl come on up here
who keeps plantin them kisses on your south georgia lips
who keeps plantin them kisses on your south georgia lips
let me show you how to drop a row marker
Who s your cold beer, who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield
Tell me who s your farmer, who s your farmer
Who s your farmer, let it echo through the holler
who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield
dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck
who s your roughneck
girl who s your farmer
who s your john deere
who s your farmer
Who s your cold beer, girl who s your farmer
who lays your life out in pretty little rows
Turn you on like a fire alarmer, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck
girl come on up here
Who works harder on lovin you than any ol hard earned dollar, who s your john deere
Tell me who s your farmer, who s your farmer
Who s your farmer, who s your farmer
Dancin in the rain with my hands on your hips, girl come on up here, who lays your life out in pretty little rows
Tell me who s your farmer, who s your john deere
Who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck
Who s your cold beer, home grown southern charmer, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck
Tell me who s your farmer, girl come on up here, who s the arms around you on a four-wheeler flyin through a hayfield
Tell me who s your farmer, who s your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan
let me show you how to drop a row marker
Who s the one you fix a drink, who s your john deere
