| She likes an ice cold Bud pressed against her hand
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| Standing on the porch looking ‘cross our land
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| Seeing the bass hit that top water
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| And that was my kind of woman first time I saw her.
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| Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
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| Good on my bed when the sun comes up
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| She’s good with a cane pole, good with a gun
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| It’s corn bread and sweet tea where she’s from
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| She’s my kind of woman, good as they come.
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| She’d rather be on a lake than in a mall,
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| In a duck blind at daylight blowin my call,
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| She likes to get hogwild in the middle of the day,
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| My kind of woman likes to roll in the hay,
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| Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
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| Good on my bed when the sun comes up
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| She’s good with a cane pole, good with a gun
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| It’s corn bread and sweet tea where she’s from
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| She’s my kind of woman, good as they come.
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| Yeah she looks good on my tractor, good on my truck
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| Good on my bed when the sun comes up
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| She’s good with a Zepco, good with a gun
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| It’s corn bread and sweet tea where she’s from
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| She’s my kind of woman, good as they come. |