Gord Bamford - Who's Your Farmer?
Who's your farmer, who's your cowboyWho's your curved bill, dirty boots thrown on the back porch plowboy
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 plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips
Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
Who lays your life out down in pretty little rows
Keeps that red dirt down between your pretty toes
Oh, say my name and let it echo through the holler
Who's your farmer
Who's your combine, who's your cold beer
Who's your arms around you on a four wheeler flyin' through a hay field
Who's your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan
Home grown southern charmer
Who's your farmer
Who's your farmer
Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips
Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
Who lays your life out down in pretty little rows
Keeps that red dirt down between your pretty toes
Oh, say my name and let it echo through the holler
Who's your farmer
Who works harder on lovin' you than any ol' hard earned dollar
Tell me who's your farmer
Oh now come on up here baby let me show you how to drop a row marker
Tell me who's your farmer
Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your sweet tender lips
Dancin' in the rain with my hands on your hips
Who lays your life out down in pretty little rows
Keeps that red dirt down between your pretty toes
Oh, say my name and let it echo through the holler
Who's your farmer
Written by:
BUDDY OWENS, CHRIS JANSON, MITCHELL EDWARD OGLESBY
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