| I like a girl raised on a farm
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| Dusty old boots and Daisy Duke charm
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| In a beat up truck
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| I’m riding bareback
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| I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| She could be a supermodel
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| Tall and blonde
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| Knockout smile and legs real long
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| But I’d be in heaven if she liked a man in black
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| And I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| I don’t mind if she’s dressed to kill
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| She could still saddle up wearing high heels
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| I don’t know much but I sure know that
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| I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| I’m a kind of guy who don’t need much
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| Pretty eyes and a soft touch
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| But a girl in Wrangler’s can knock me flat
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| I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| I don’t mind if she’s dressed to kill
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| She could still saddle up wearing high heels
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| I don’t know much but I sure know that
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| I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| (Bridge)
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| Could be a dime store steps and worse for the wear
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| But that is old habit, that I don’t care
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| But my heart starts pumping and my head spins round
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| When she takes it off and her hair falls down
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| I don’t mind if she’s dressed to kill
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| She could still saddle up wearing high heels
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| I don’t know much but I sure know that
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| I love a girl in a cowboy hat
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| Seems like I’ve been to heaven and back
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| When I’m lookin at a girl in a cowboy hat |