Joanna Smith
Текст песни Farm Girl

Well I was raised out, in the boondocks

Off a dirt road, in the corn stalks

Down by lies a creek and a white framed house

Well my daddy, brought me up

Bouncing on the seat of his old Ford truck

I learned to count to ten, counting cows





Now you can call me hayseed,

If you want to I don't care

That's a country compliment

I'll proudly wear

'Cause I'm a farm girl

Living in a Myspace world

I used to walk barefeet to my mailbox

Now I pull it up on my laptop

Got George Jones on my ringtone

Mama's best cook in Calhoun County

If you like cornbread then you're gonna love me

'Cause I'm a farm girl

(yeahhh ... yeahh)





There was church camp and 4H

hand-me-downs and homemades

Aunt BJ (?)sewed my dress for the senior prom

And I like Bubba's, and Leroy's

John Deere's and cowboys

Cause they can pull you out of a ditch

With a come-along


(Now come on ya'll)





Now you can call me hayseed,

If you want to I don't care

That's a country compliment

I'll proudly wear

'Cause I'm a farm girl

Living in a Myspace world

I used to walk barefeet to my mailbox

Now I pull it up on my laptop

Got George Jones on my ringtone

Mama's best cook in Calhoun County

If you like cornbread then you're gonna love me

I'm a farm girl





There's a little piece of ground back there

On that rural ? road

That's where I'm gonna settle down

'Cause that's what I'm all about





I'm a farm girl

Living in a Myspace world

I used to walk barefeet to my mailbox

Now I pull it up on my laptop

Got George Jones on my ringtone

Mama's best cook in Calhoun County

If you like cornbread then you're gonna love me

I'm a farm girl

(heyyyy..yeahhh I'm a farm girl)