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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Tiger, Kristine Ann Spielmann, Mike Dittmer
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