Raised In a Barn

Some girls like boys raised up in the city

Cleaned up new truck, shined up, looking pretty

But mine likes a hand-me-down Silverado

Riding round town like he won the lotto

Some like the kind living high in a high rise

Mine's just fine in a dive, sipping High Life

Some want a trophy on their arm

I like a different kind of charm

I like 'em raised in a barn

Sun-up, sundown, no doubt they're out there working hard

'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt

Might catch him in a bar on a Friday

But you’ll see him in a church every Sunday

Those good ole boys sure knows how to treat a heart

I like 'em raised in a barn

I like 'em raised in a barn

The only door that he ever leaves open

Is the one that you know he's holding open for me

Yeah, his mama taught him right

Mmm, that's just my type

I like 'em raised in a barn

Sun-up, sundown, no doubt they're out there working hard

'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt

Might catch him in a bar on a Friday

But you’ll see him in a church every Sunday

Those good ole boys sure knows how to treat a heart

I like 'em raised in a barn

Some girls want a trophy on their arm

But I like a different kind of charm

I like 'em raised in a barn

Sun-up, sundown, no doubt they're out there working hard

'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt

Might catch him in a bar on a Friday

But you'll see him in a church every Sunday

Those good ole boys sure knows how to treat a heart

I like 'em raised in a barn

I like 'em raised in a barn