Who's Your Farmer

Who's your farmer Who's your roughneck Who's your curved bill, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck 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 planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips Who lays your life out in pretty little rows Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler Who's your farmer? Who's your John Deere Who's your cold beer Who's the arms around you on a four-wheeler flying through a hayfield Who's your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan Home grown southern charmer Who's your farmer? Who keeps planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips Who lays your life out in pretty little rows Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler Who's your farmer? Who works harder on loving you than any old hard earned dollar Tell me, who's your farmer? Girl come on up here, let me show you how to drop a row marker Tell me, who's your farmer? Who keeps planting them kisses on your South Georgia lips Dancing in the rain with my hands on your hips Who lays your life out in pretty little rows Who keeps that red dirt between your pretty toes Oh, say my name, let it echo through the holler Who's your farmer? Yes, say my name, let it echo through the holler Who's your farmer? Aw, who's your farmer, baby?