Backwoods Babydoll

(الألبوم: Southern Soul - 2013)

I see the sun going down, Lord, I'm getting ready
Spent half the evening shining up my Chevy
Got a hot date, I can't be late
Not for this one, no
And when she called me up and said, "Boy come on"
I run through the shower, splashed my cologne
Threw on a pearl snap, a ball cap, some black boots, and hit the road
And when I pulled up, she was sitting on the porch swing
Painted on blue jeans, tight like a fiddle string
Country queen, long and lean like a limousine
She's like the leaves in the fall, y'all, the prettiest thing I've ever seen

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time
She likes to head out of town
And ride around out where the moon shines
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good
Make a preacher man wish he could
My backwoods baby doll

I like it when she rolls down the window
Slide over in the middle, put her head on my shoulder
And whispers in my ear, "Sure like it when you let me ride"
A little slow mo, don't need the radio
Because the crickets are singing down on the lake road
And she can get a rhythm to the sounds of a southern night
And before too long we ain't gon' have nothing but the moonlight on
Come on

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time
She likes to head out of town
And ride around out where the moon shines
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good
Make a preacher man wish he could
My backwoods baby doll

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time
She likes to head out of town
And ride around out where the moon shines
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good
Make a preacher man wish he could
My backwoods baby doll