Hey, it's your boy D -Thrash.
I got a little story to tell you folks.
I pulled up to the country store
this bad little country girl.
She walked up to me and she said,
Little country girl lookin' so cute
Tight blue jeans and a cowboy boot
Yeah, I ride around town just to show her off
I don't even ask the cost
She's real, the kind of girl you need to have
If you get in a ballroom brawl, she's bad
I seen her crack a bottle
when he said she should be with
she knows how to hold her own
likes me but camouflages on her phone
she likes me and loves it
when i try to take her home
yeah she never wants to leave my side
she wants to ride a four -wheel drive
i start to think about the
when i seen her at the country store
and she said can i get a ride
you know you can can i shoot
You you can, can I be your girl?
You know you can, can we part here?
You know we can, can I get a ride?
You know you can, can I shoot your gun?
You know you can, can I be your girl?
You know you can, can we part here?
You know were tearing up the town
When they see me they know
She holds it down and keeps
Ain't scared to fight another
Don't want nobody to go to jail like
I'ma be there to protect her too
And whatever you heard about us is true
Where's my favorite perfume?
She likes to keep her lip gloss on deck
And keep some tools in her makeup kit
Loves cold beer and keeps
That's why I could never turn her away
On that day when I heard her say