Lyrics Knock 'Em Dead - Sarah Ross

Knock 'Em Dead

If you ever seen a girl like me, it ain’t hard to tell.
We know how to skin a deer and raise a little hell.
We’re dressed to kill and we still will slang a little lead.
City girls knock 'em down, but country girls knock 'em dead.
It’s the backroad beauty queen,
With a pink camo twenty-two shootin' everything.
Country ain’t a state of mind, it’s a way of life.
Kill it, clean it, cook it, put it in the deep fry.
Well, I’m a dirt road renegade,
Raisin' cane and it ain’t the same.
I’d rather walk barefooted in the muddy clay
Than walk two steps on a road that’s paved.
I got a shotgun ridin' shotgun all day.
Take a minute, take a picture, I ain’t goin' away.
I hunt and fish in the sticks almost every day.
When I ain’t, I’m tellin' y’all all about it up on the stage.
Us country girls, ain’t nothin' we can’t do.
Go to the bar, and we’ll drink you under the boot, that’s the truth.
And if you give us any lip, we’ll stomp your ass in these cowboy boots.
If you ever seen a girl like me, it ain’t hard to tell.
We know how to skin a deer and raise a little hell.
We’re dressed to kill and we still will slang a little lead.
City girls knock 'em down, but country girls knock 'em dead.
Catch me in the Ford, in the field with the doors open,
Soakin' up the sunset, say it.
Fill up my cup a couple of times until I’m red.
Dedicated to proving that the country girls are the best.
I can work, haul hay, shoot a scope all day.
Park a boat in the cove and then get sideways.
Poppa’s still got a still, so poppin' on the hill.
For a hundred dollar bill you can feel that way.
It’s an amazing life.
My ride’s ridin' high, bible by my side
As I slide on into the mud on them big buckshot thirty-fives.
Yeah, I, I bleed red, white, and blue.
I’m American to the fullest so,
So go and break in my home and you’re gonna catch a bullet.
If you ever seen a girl like me, it ain’t hard to tell.
We know how to skin a deer and raise a little hell.
We’re dressed to kill and we still will slang a little lead.
City girls knock 'em down, but country girls knock 'em dead.
It’s sweat and blood, wakin' up in the morning 'fore the sun does.
It’s sweet tea, cornbread; it’s camouflage, on up to get the cows fed.
Backwoods baby, beautiful, ain’t it? Hotter than a shot of lead.
Daddo just popped off, this ain’t just talk, no.
Country girls knock 'em dead.
Oh, they knock 'em dead.
Us country girls knock 'em dead.
We knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead.