| She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck
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| She says: It’s always muddy and it rides so rough
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| And there ain’t no graceful way to climb up in a dress
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| Yeah, I’m about as country as she gets
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| I might get her on the lake to fish with me If the water’s smooth and the sky is blue with a nice, cool breeze
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| But anything we catch, I’ll have to clean myself
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| 'Cause I’m about as country as she gets
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| She’ll slip off a pair of heels
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| Walk barefoot across the field
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| Climb up on a fence just to be near me Sometimes I think that horse still scares her half-to-death
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| Yeah, I’m about as country as she gets
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| She likes bein' within spendin' distance of a mall
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| Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call
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| Put her in a crowd and she’s right in her element
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| Yeah, I’m about as country as she gets
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| But she’ll slip out on the porch sometimes
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| When that sun’s low in the sky
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| Pull up a rockin' chair just to be with me Until that first big June bug buzzes by her head
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| See I’m about as country as she gets
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| Yeah, I’m about as country as she gets
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| She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck |