FarmHer

Well, I was sittin' in the cab of our pickup truck I was readin' the news on my cellular phone When this fella pulled up in his big Mac truck He asked where to park for to get the crop He was here to haul it all down to the local co-op He seemed a bit confused when I shrugged and grinned When he asked me what to do once again, I said Don't ask me about the crops on this farm I don't know soy beans from corn cobs and stalks You're looking at the wrong one if you want some ag talk If you're looking for the boss, you've got the wrong on Don't ask me, Hoss Ask the FarmHer She knows the fields She knows the cows She knows the tractors She knows the plows She culls the herd She mends the fence She tends the heifers She slops the hogs She's the one in charge and she does the farm work If you need an answer, its best to just ask her She's the FarmHer Now don't get me wrong I help where I can She tells me what to do and I say Yes Ma'am I've pulled some calves and I've bailed the hay But I know my rank round here is her farm hand While she's working in the fields or tending to the sheep I'm usually in the kitchen cooking up something to eat When she's finished with her work at the end of the day She knows I'll have her meal and a jug of sweet iced tea She'll be tired want a shower and need some time with her man That's the best part of being this FarmHer's farm hand She knows the fields She knows the cows She knows the tractors She knows the plows She culls the herd She mends the fence She tends the heifers She slops the hogs She's the one in charge and she does the farm work If you want to see the one in charge, see her She's the FarmHer So, don't be confused by the smile on my face I'm happy as can be and I know my place My wife's my boss on this plot of land She's the FarmHer and I'm the farm hand You heard right, yes sir She's the FarmHer