Lil Country Girl

(альбом: Born Ready - 2012)

Whowee little country I like the way you shake it
Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it
Dance with me little country girl
Don't make this cowboy take it

Five foot nine blue-eyed looking so fine
On the dance floor staying hotter than some moonshine
Country girl with them low cut jeans on
Brahma Bull with my John Deere green on
Look into these eyes with my Copenhagen smile
Ride on the bull we can buck for a while
Yes sir looking fine with them boots on
Let me buy you drinks all night 'til my loots gone
Little country girl Daisy Dukes cut so small
Need to leave the barn take a ride on my farm arm
Or we can stay here sweating to the beat
And when you wanna cool off, swim in the creek
Ten-four baby grab them reins
Back it up like my tractor cutting them grains
Flannel shirt, pigtails, and them Wranglers on
Got the bull in the shoot singing you this song

Whowee little country I like the way you shake it
Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it
Dance with me little country girl
Don't make this cowboy take it

Snuck up in the bar red stag in my boots
Drop a red sash watch the bull get loose (Look out)
I got a Colt 45 strapped on my side
I ain't Merle Haggard but my mama sure tried (She tried)
To keep me in line, to keep my boots tied tight
Too many Bud Lites and it's just another fist fight
Just a redneck, can't tell us nothing (Nope)
Fists start flying females start ducking (Hah)
Take a couple country boys, throw 'em in the crowd
Play some Johnny Cash turn that song up loud (Turn it up)
Yeah I'm on a mission, keep the ladies wishing
And when it's too hot take your ass out the kitchen
Ten-four hey y'all then it's on
You know I gotta fight like dogs on a steak bone
A porch honkey keep my glass filled up
Brahma Bull, mound up or get bucked

Whowee little country I like the way you shake it (Come on )
Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it (Look out now)
Dance with me little country girl
Don't make this cowboy take it

Painted on pants, cowgirl boots
Got the booty sitting right, shirt tied in a knot
Tummy looking tight, yummy
Looking so tan, her man must be a dummy
He let 'er leave the house and everybody staring
Can't stop looking at the jeans she's wearing
They all scared to approach her but not me
She got a B.F. thing don't stop me
The hottest thing since the sun I promise
A couple crooked teeth and I will pay the orthodontist
May the best man leave holding hands
May the best man block Jones if he can
DJ swap songs and this is my jam
She said hell yeah when I asked her to dance
The beat dropped she turned around and rocked it
By the second hook had my hands in her back pockets

Whowee
Uh huh Brahma
Whowee
D Jones, Little country girl, uh huh
Dance with me little country girl