There's something so attractive 'bout a working man that always makes sense
When he's backing out the tractor or patching up the old wood fence
He doesn't need a weight bench, you oughta see the boy split wood
Wrenchin' on a farm truck is how he makes his arms look good
All the ladies know what I'm talking 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Sweatin' in a heat wave cleanin' out the old hay loft
The ladies waitin' all day to see him take his t-shirt off
He don't need Prada cos he's got a pair of cowboy boots
Yeah, farmer tan and blue jeans is better than a three piece suit
I know it ain't ladylike to say it out loud
But everything about him says
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
He's got a nine pound hammer and I'm bettin' he can swing that thing
He got me lookin at his left hand checking for a little gold ring
Always been a gentleman, see him run to hold that door
But he can get you all fired up stompin' on the honky tonk floor
All the ladies know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Wooooah
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
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Meghan Patrick - Bow Chicka Wow Wow Lyrics
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There's something so attractive 'bout a working man that always makes sense
When he's backing out the tractor or patching up the old wood fence
He doesn't need a weight bench, you oughta see the boy split wood
Wrenchin' on a farm truck is how he makes his arms look good
All the ladies know what I'm talking 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Sweatin' in a heat wave cleanin' out the old hay loft
The ladies waitin' all day to see him take his t-shirt off
He don't need Prada cos he's got a pair of cowboy boots
Yeah, farmer tan and blue jeans is better than a three piece suit
I know it ain't ladylike to say it out loud
But everything about him says
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
He's got a nine pound hammer and I'm bettin' he can swing that thing
He got me lookin at his left hand checking for a little gold ring
Always been a gentleman, see him run to hold that door
But he can get you all fired up stompin' on the honky tonk floor
All the ladies know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Wooooah
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
When he's backing out the tractor or patching up the old wood fence
He doesn't need a weight bench, you oughta see the boy split wood
Wrenchin' on a farm truck is how he makes his arms look good
All the ladies know what I'm talking 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Sweatin' in a heat wave cleanin' out the old hay loft
The ladies waitin' all day to see him take his t-shirt off
He don't need Prada cos he's got a pair of cowboy boots
Yeah, farmer tan and blue jeans is better than a three piece suit
I know it ain't ladylike to say it out loud
But everything about him says
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
He's got a nine pound hammer and I'm bettin' he can swing that thing
He got me lookin at his left hand checking for a little gold ring
Always been a gentleman, see him run to hold that door
But he can get you all fired up stompin' on the honky tonk floor
All the ladies know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Whenever he's around it's like
Bow chicka wow wow
Oooh
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Bow chicka wow wow
Bow chick chick chicka chick chick chick chick
Bow chick chicka chicka
Wooooah
Wo-ow, wo-ow
Rough hands, soft lips, knock me out with one kiss
Tool belt on his hips
I'm dreamin' 'bout the things that he could fix
Wo-ow, wo-ow
He's cute like big Blake, shoots like John Wayne
All the ladies lovin' on a working man
Let me hear you sing it now
Let me hear you sing it now
Bow chicka wow wow
Writer: Chad Kroeger, Meghan Patrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.