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F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ _ _ Well,
F# I heard he needed some help on the farm,
C# somebody with a truck and
F# two strong arms,.
not scared of dirt
C# and willing to work
B till the
F# sun
G#m goes down.
F# _ .
So I pulled up and
B said, I'm your man, I
C# can start right now.
And
F# we shook hands, he said, the fence needs fixing,
C# the peaches need picking,.
and
B the cows need bringing around.
_ I
F# was hauling hay, I was feeding the hogs, and
C# that summer sun had me sweating like a dog,.
G#m so I cooled off in the creek.
Then
B it was back to working,
C# that dad comes in,
F# I was cussing out loud, thinking about
B quitting.
C# Looking back now, I'm so glad I didn't.
G#m It's just when I thought it
F# couldn't get no hotter,.
B I caught a glimpse
C# of the farmer's daughter.
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ _ _ _ She
F# was just getting home
B from Panama City, she
C# was all tanned up
F# and my kind of pretty.
When her eyes met mine,
C# I was thinking that I
B sure would love my
G#m job.
_ .
F# As the days got shorter,
B our talks got longer,
C# the kisses got sweeter,
F# and the feelings got stronger,.
so we'd hop in the truck and get
C# all tangled up
B every chance we got.
We
F# were down by the river all night, and
C# when the sun came up, I was making her home,.
G#m dragging my butt to work.
_ .
B With the smell of her
C# perfume on my
D# shirt,
F# I'd be on the track, or she'd be on my
B mind,.
with
C# that sun beating down on his back of
G#m mine.
It's just when I thought it
F# couldn't get no hotter,
B I fell in love with the
C# farmer's
G#m daughter.
_ _ _ We got married
C# last spring.
_ _ _
G#m.
Oh, _ _ there ain't no better life
C# for me.
_ _ _
G#m I'm
F# still hogging hay, and feeding the hogs, and
C# that summer sun's got me sweating like a dog,.
G#m so I go off in the creek.
And
B she
F# brings me out a
C# glass of sweet iced
G# tea,
F# and I'm on the tractor, she's on my mind,.
C# and I can't wait till it's quitting time.
G#m It's just when I think it
F# can't get no hotter,
B I come home
C# to the farmer's
F# daughter.
_ _ Yeah.
_ The
C# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
F# farmer's daughter.
_ _ _ _ _ .
C# _ _ _ Yeah, baby.
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F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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