| She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
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| Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
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| Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed
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| They bought her a car after graduation
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| Sent her down South for some higher education
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| Put her on the fast track to a law degree
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| Now shes coming home to visit
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| Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy
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| With a farmers tan
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| Shes riding in the middle of his pickup truck
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| Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling, Turn it up!
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| They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
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| They couldnt avoid
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| Ladies love country boys
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| You know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
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| Hope theyll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
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| And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty
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| They never understand why their princess falls
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| For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl
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| Or why shes riding in the middle of a pickup truck
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| Blaring Hank Jr., yelling, Turn it up!
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| They raised her up a lady but theres one thing
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| They couldnt avoid
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| Ladies love country boys
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| You can train em, you can try to teach em
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| Right from wrong but its still gonna turn em on
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| And they go riding in the middle of a pickup truck
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| Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling, Turn it up!
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| You can raise her up a lady but theres one thing
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| You just cant avoid
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| Ladies love country boys
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| They love us country boys |