Raised In A Barn Songtext
von Erin Kirby

I like ′em raised in a...

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, sun down 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 ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart
I like ′em raised in barn
I like 'em raised in 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, mm
That's just my type

I like ′em raised in a barn
Sun up, sun down 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 ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart
I like ′em raised in 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, sun down 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 (Sunday)
Those good ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart
I like ′em raised in barn
I like ′em raised in barn