| The first day just didn’t seem right, I could tell by stars she just wasn’t my
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| type
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| A city girl but she damn sure fine, I was sippin' on Crown, she was drinkin'
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| red wine
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| A little later when the buzz kicked in, yeah somethin' just clicked,
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| we was talkin' like friends
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| She said she never met a country man who let her drive around a truck on some
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| huntin' land
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| I gotta laugh when I think back then, went and told mama all about your weird
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| accent
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| You fell in love with a dirt road ride, didn’t know it then but she was gonna
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| be my wife
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| Stole me a kiss parked down by the creek, I could tell that she never ever felt
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| so free
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| Finally worked up the nerve, got down on a knee and said, «Baby come and stay
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| with me» (Come on)
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| She used to be an uptown girl, never been out past that old county line
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| And now I got her listenin' to Merle and I think he might changin' her mind
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| Good livin', what you been missin', cathead biscuits, huntin' and fishin'
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| Ain’t a city girl no more, it’s plain to see, she’s just as redneck as me
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| We grew up in two different zones, I knew of every road I roamed
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| She blew up and she left her home then we met up and we started our own
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| Our first date was the county line turkey shoot she was in love,
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| had known her about a month or two
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| Then I showed her what a trot line was, yeah I told her 'bout kickin' up mud
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| Twisting on some barbed wire, sittin' by the bonfire, she’s hot and she knows
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| how to hot wire
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| The old tractor with a hopper on the back, she played with them pliers said she
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| never lookin' back
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| Front porch sittin', no high rise rest, no champagne sippin', just fish and
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| grits
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| We hittin' back roads for the long way home 'cause now she knows every Conway
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| song, hey
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| She used to be an uptown girl, never been out past that old county line
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| And now I got her listenin' to Merle and I think he might changin' her mind
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| Good livin', what you been missin', cathead biscuits, huntin' and fishin'
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| Ain’t a city girl no more, it’s plain to see, she’s just as redneck as me
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| Got a twelve pack, a couple cane poles (Cane poles)
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| She don’t wanna go home
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| Wanna kick back and hit a dirt road (Dirt road)
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| She don’t wanna go home
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| Little Johnny Cash and we could ride slow (Ride slow)
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| She don’t wanna go home but
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| Next day pulled up in a Jeep and said, «Baby it’s your turn to ride with me,
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| yeah»
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| She used to be an uptown girl, never been out past that old county line
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| And now I got her listenin' to Merle and I think he might changin' her mind
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| Good livin', what you been missin', cathead biscuits, huntin' and fishin'
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| Ain’t a city girl no more, it’s plain to see, she’s just as redneck as me
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| She used to be an uptown girl, never been out past that old county line
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| And now I got her listenin' to Merle and I think he might changin' her mind
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| Good livin', what you been missin', cathead biscuits, huntin' and fishin'
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| Ain’t a city girl no more, it’s plain to see, she’s just as redneck as me |