 Somebody's sweet little farmer's child. They got a little blood to get a little wild. Ponytail and a pretty smile rope me in from a country mile. So come on over here and get in my arms. Spin me around this big old barn. Tangle me up like grandma's yarn. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shake it for the young folks sitting in the honky-tonks. For the rednecks rocking till the break of dawn. For the DJs spinning that country.