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 plantin' them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin' 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 flyin' through a hayfield

Who's your crooked smile in a t-shirt tan

Home grown southern charmer

Who's your farmer



Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin' 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 lovin' you than any ol' hard earned dollar

Tell me who's your farmer

Girl come on up here and let me show you how to drop a row marker

Tell me who's your farmer



Who keeps plantin' them kisses on your South Georgia lips

Dancin' 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

Say my name, let it echo through the holler

Who's your farmer

Aw, who's your farmer, baby