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)
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Farm Girl Strong
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Gord Bamford |