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There's a lot of girls in this town Who ain't never woke up to the sound of A rooster crowing or a tractor mowing ground I remember what my mama told me You need part Dolly Parton, boy, part Annie Oakley Ain't no city girl ever gonna hold me down Cause I like a girl who can bait her own hook Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book She knows how to pray but she'll roll in the hay in the barn She can shoot a beer can from her pink deer stand Got a tan that runs halfway up her arm... Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm I must admit that it had been ages Since I seen a truck bed full of tomatoes A rusty old classic stuck out at the traffic light She rolled down a window looking all concerned With a sweet southern drawl she said, I made a wrong turn But I think your wrong turns sometimes turn out right Alright Cause I like a girl who can bait her own hook Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book She knows how to pray but she'll roll in the hay in the barn She can shoot a beer can from her pink deer stand SongtexteGot a tan that runs halfway up her arm... Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm I saw happy ever after Once I saw her up on that tractor, in spring Her hair is hay bale yellow Her eyes are John Deere green And I like a girl who can bait her own hook Like a page right out of a Mark Twain book She knows how to pray but she'll roll in the hay in the barn, oh oh She can shoot a beer can from her pink deer stand Farmer's tan that runs halfway up her arm... Yeah, I like a girl that can hang on a farm Oh, I like a girl that can hang on a farm Aus Songtexte Mania