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Her Grandma was a dust bowl born and bred beauty. |
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Her Mama was a boneified Oklahoma cutie. |
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Her Daddy drove a tractor his whole life long, it runs in her blood. |
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She's farm girl strong. |
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She hits the ground runnin' before the dawn cracks, |
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Pulls up her ponytail through her baseball cap. |
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Zips up her coveralls, slips her work boots on. |
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It runs in her blood, she's farm girl strong. |
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But when the workdays done, shell get dressed up. |
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Head into town in her pickup truck. |
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Her jeans are tight and her legs are long, man shes a looker. |
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She's farm girl strong. |
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She cooks a mean batch of buttermilk biscuits, |
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If something breaks down she knows how to fix it. |
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She likes an ice cold beer and a three cord song. |
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It runs in her blood, shes farm girl strong. |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Farm girl strong |
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(man she's a looker) |
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Farm girl strong |
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(man she's a looker) |
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It really turns me on |
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(man she's a looker) |
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She's farm girl strong |
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(man she's a looker) |
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(man she's a looker) |
