Whos your farmer
Whos your roughneck
Whos your curved bill, dirty boots thrown on the back porch redneck
Whos the one you fix a drink
Watch out over your kitchen sink
Turn you on like a fire alarmer
Girl, whos 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
Whos your farmer?
Whos your John Deere
Whos your cold beer
Whos the arms around you on a four-wheeler flying through a hayfield
Whos your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan
Home grown southern charmer
Whos 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
Whos your farmer?
Who works harder on loving you than any old hard earned dollar
Tell me, whos your farmer?
Girl come on up here, let me show you how to drop a row marker
Tell me, whos 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
Whos your farmer?
Yes, say my name, let it echo through the holler
Whos your farmer?
Aw, whos your farmer, baby?