The Farmer in Me

I roll my windows down Every time I pass a plow That's churning up the ground To plant a field on corn There's something about the sound Of the rain coming down As a brand new baby cow is being born There's nothing like the taste of grandma's cooking Or a bite of apple pie when she ain't looking It ain't a 9 to 5 It's all day and half the night Praying for just the things you need It's stories handed down With a passion for the ground And a pride for the hand that plants the seed I ain't telling you what you should believe That's just the farmer in me I think calloused hands Are the sign of a man That ain't afraid to take a stand for what he does And when he tips his hat There's just something about that That makes me think we could fall in love So if your gonna wear a cowboy Then you can't be afraid to break your back It ain't a 9 to 5 It's all day and half the night Praying for just the things you need It's stories handed down With a passion for the ground And a pride for the hand that plants the seed I ain't telling you what you should believe That's just the farmer in me The only Sunday morning coming down Is down to the church my grandpa found It ain't a 9 to 5 It's all day and half the night Praying for just the things you need It's stories handed down With a passion for the ground And a pride for the hand that plants the seed I ain't telling you what you should believe I ain't telling you what you should believe That's just the farmer in me That's just the farmer in me