• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Dream Girl - Bryan Davies
• Get Plowed - Brian Davis
• Another Man's Woman - Brian Davis
• What Am I Running From - Brian Davis
• Talk A Little While On My Tailgate - Brian Davis
• A Man's Woman Down - Brian Davis
• Why Should I Grow Up Now - Brian Davis
• One Good Beer - Brian Davis
• Git In The Truck - Brian Davis
• Can I Come Over - Brian Davis
• Barn Burner - Brian Davis
• Girl Like You - Brian Davis
• Gasoline On A Goodbye - Brian Davis
• ME AND MY BABY - Brian Davis
• Summerthing - Brian Davis
• Summer Back - Brian Davis
• That Damn Song - Brian Davis
• Paycheck Friday - Brian Davis
• Meant To Hold Me - Brian Davis
• Pull Up A Tailgate - Brian Davis
• Small Doses - Brian Davis
• get lucky - Brian Davis
• Under the influence - Brian Davis
• Getaway Chevrolet - Brian Davis
• Like We Used To - Brian Davis
• That's Country - Brian Davis
• That's My Girl - Brian Davis
• Dirty Kind Of Country - Brian Davis
• Sell Em' Out Of Beer - Brian Davis
• Forever Kinda Somethin' - Brian Davis

Well I Guess You Know
That I Really Go
For That Come Up Smile
And Those Laughin' Eyes Of Blue
Little Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
And The Way You Move
Only Goes To Prove
That I Sure Could Fall For You
Little Dream Girl, My Dream Girl.
When You Walk Down The Street
Oh You Knock Me Off My Feet
I Never Thought A GirlCould Look So Sweet
But Your Twice As Nice As Sugar And Spice
From Top To Toe
You Just Really Glow
Like A Perfect Dream
Made Of Silk And Satin And Pearl
Little Dream Girl

Dig through the ash tray,
Find a little loose change,
Wash down the truck,
From a weeks worth of farm mud,
Tree on the rear view,
Bouncing with a new tune,
Seat leaned back,
Pullin for a 12 pack,
Grab my cell phone,
Bocephus ring tone,
Cause all my rowdy friends,
Wanna know what’s goin on,
Chorus:
We gonna get a little buzz,
Get a little loud,
Get a little crazy with the honky tonk crowd,
Crank that country music,
It’s time to tear it up,
Like a field full of good times that’s never been
touched,
Set ‘em up row by row watch us knock ‘em down,
Tonight we gonna get plowed,
Pull in the parking lot,
Barely got a spot,
People pushin there way,
Like it’s front row George Strait,
Pull out my ID,
Get a shot of whiskey,
Gotta play catch up,
Cause beer won’t hold me quick enough,
Right now everybody’s right where I wanna be,
Jumpin, leanin, dancin, screamin,
Chorus
Tomorrow we’ll be sweatin beer,
Sittin on the John Deere,
Head hangin low,
Cause we didn’t wanna go home,
Race back to the barn,
Grab my 2nd wind,
Cause “All My Rowdy Friends” is ringin again,
Chorus
Oh yeah,
We gonna get plowed go ahead and set ‘em up like corn
rows Bob Tanner,
Cause we gonna knock ‘em down,

That old grapevine sure comes alive in a small town
when someone's runnin 'round when they shouldn't be in
that motel ain't I know too known.
That old gossip wheel keeps turning till it finally
hits the wrong ears and the tears spill and the heart
breaks and that's more than i can take.
In the front they showed it in black and white, the bed
of my truck hangin out the side of that dirty run down
room off of highway 22. Drove my bumper slam up to the
bed, put my 45 against his head and before i dropped
that hammer down, i said, you don't lay another man's
woman down.
Now I'm sittin in this 6 by 9 and they, they talkin
about takin my life but i don't care if it's wrong or
right I did what i had to do. Lovin that girl is all i
had. It's the reason why I'm where I'm at. The 6th
commandment was my sin but the 7th one did him in.
In the front they showed it in black and white, the bed
of my truck hangin out the side of that dirty run down
room off of highway 22. Drove my bumper slam up to the
bed, put my 45 against his head and before i dropped
that hammer down, i said, you don't lay another man's
woman down.
In the front they showed it in black and white, the bed
of my truck hangin out the side of that dirty run down
room off of highway 22. Drove my bumper slam up to the
bed, put my 45 against his head and before i dropped
that hammer down, i said, you don't lay another man's
no boy, you don't lay another man's woman down. You
don't lay another man's woman down. No. you don't lay

She’s got that silly way she looks at me
Like we’re meant to be
Loves her momma’s sweet tea
Gives me room to breathe
So what am I runnin’ from
She’s got that good with the babies touch
Likes the radio up
She sure easy to love
She don’t mind my the mud on my truck
So what am I runnin’ from
I should be ready and willin’ wantin’ to settle down
It’s a once in a lifetime love that’s come around
So what am I runnin’ from
She’s got that smile that I look for
And that twang that you can’t ignore
Says she don’t need more
Than what I can afford
So what am I runnin’ from
She’s got that silly way she looks at me
Like we’re meant to be
When I look at her all I see
Is everything I’ll ever need
So what am I runnin’ from

Bocephus never looked so good on a tank top
As he does tied up in a knot right above your mini skirt
Baby those boots look like the kind that could find a way
To walk all over me if they wanted to
Girl I love that wouldn’t you like to know smile on your
face
So sit on down right here and let’s talk a little while
on my tailgate
About bird dogs and been done wrongs
And all of your favorite songs
And what turns you on and what don’t
About your favorite beer
Whatcha drove here
And what makes you laugh until you cry
And what I gotta do to walk your line
Awe baby lets talk a little while on my tailgate
Me and this old truck would love to take you straight
through
Some deep mud around nine next Saturday night
And park out where the stars are out drop this ol’ gate
back down
Talk a little more about
Girl I’m the kinda guy that wants a little white house
Couple babies and a girl like you to lay down

That old creek vine sure comes a live
In a small town when someones runnin' round
When they shouldn't be
That motel ain't a no tell, no-
The gossip mill keeps turning till
if finally hits the wrong ears
and the tears spill and the heart breaks
and that was more than I could take
(Chorus)
And the front page showed it in black and white
The bed of my truck hanging out the side
Of that dirty run down room
Off highway 22
Drove my bumper slam up to the bed
Put my 45 against his head
And before I dropped that hammer down
I said
You don't lay another man's woman down
Well now I'm sittin' in a 6'x9'
they talkin' about taking my life
but I don't care 'cause wrong or right
I did what I had to do
Loving that girl was all I had
And it's the reason why it's where I'm at
The 6th commandment was my sin
but they 7th one did him in
(Chorus)
And the front page showed it in black and white
The bed of my truck hanging out the side
Of that dirty run down room
Off highway 22
Drove my bumper slam up to the bed
Put my 45 against his head
And before I dropped that hammer down
I said
You don't lay another man's woman down
Yeah the front page showed it in black and white
The bed of my truck hanging out the side
Of that dirty run down room
off highway 22
Drove my bumper slam up to the bed
Put my 45 against his head
And before I dropped that hammer down
I said

My Chevrolet ain’t never missed a mud hole,
‘Back in Black’ still blaring on my radio,
Cash my check on Friday and I let It roll
Monday mornin I wake up and I’m dead broke,
Got mama sayin ‘son settle down’,
But why should I grow up now,
Chorus:
I like to go all night,
Sleep all day,
The older I get the harder I play,
I need the redneck girls,
And the party crowd,
Got the rest of my life to settle down,
So why should I grow up now,
I’ve been known to call in sick on a Monday,
Drink some beer while I’m fishin off of my tailgate,
Boss man says he’s gonna fire me one of these days,
I don’t really like my job anyway the way,
I see it I got it figured out,
So tell me why should I grow up now,
Chorus
I’m still to young to turn a good time down,
So why should I grow up now,
Chorus
Tell me why should I grow up now

Anjani
Blue Alert
No One After You
I danced with a lot of men
Fought in an ugly war
Gave my heart to a mountain
But I never loved before
I'm nervous when you turn away
My heart is always sore
Tuxedo gave me diamonds
But I never loved before
Been on the road forever
I'm always passing through
But you're my first love and my last
There is no one, no one after you
I've lived in many cities
From Paris to LA
I've known rags and riches
I'm a regular cliche
I tremble when you touch me
I want you more and more
I taught the Kama Sutra
But I never loved before
Been on the road forever
I'm always passing through
But you're my first love and my last
There is no one, no one after you
Thought I knew the facts of life
But now I know the score
Been around the block and back

Turn off the engine, turn out the lights, push the
truck up Johnson’s drive,
Pull out the garden hose siphon some gas----cssshhh
‘Hey y’all hear that?’
Screen door opens, screamin, cussin, shotgun pumpin,
better start runnin,
Chorus:
Git in the truck and roll roll roll,
Lock the cock,
Ready to rock and roll roll roll,
Put the pedal to the medal, slam the hammer down,
Grind the gears, spin the tires, burn the rubber out,
Come on, come on, come on, come on, crank it up,
Git in the truck,
Pull in the pasture,
Dust on the dash,
Barley got away got a full tank of gas,
Pop the hood cool down the motor,
Got a call from the girls in the next county over,
Music’s thumpin, big time pumpin,
Ready for some lovin,
Wanna know when we’re comin,
Chorus
Jump in
Fuelin in the park all jacked at the Red Hen,
Pretty little blonde pulled up in a Chevy,
Passenger door flew open wide,
She said “Hey big boy, lookin for a ride?”
My heart was thumpin, my throut was lumpin,
She blankly said jump in, and I couldn’t say nothing,
“I kinda just got here…is that ‘Mama Tried’ huh?”
So I got in her truck,
Chorus
I said come on come on come on come on crank it up and
git in the truck

Baby its been a long day wanna shut it down
Take the highway to your side of town
But lately its been so crazy with out you around
Dont hate me for wantin to hold you right now
And I know we said we’re no good for each other
But can I come over for just a little while
Dont wanna be alone baby not tonight
I know we said the last time would be the last time
Then we’d let it end but I need to feel the way it felt
When it was good before it went to hell
And baby right now I really need your shoulder
Can I come over
Im glad you picked up dont hang up
Have you thought at all about us since Ive been gone
Oh I won’t lie baby I have tried to move on
Well She was alright but it was all wrong
Why cant we just push aside good bye for one more night
Can I come over for just a little while
Dont want to be alone baby not tonight
I know we said the last time would be the last time
Then we’d let it end but I need to feel the way it felt
When it was good before it went to hell
And baby right now I really need your shoulder
Can I come over
Oh I need to feel the way it felt when it was good
before
It went to hell and baby right now I really need your
shoulder
Can I come over
Ahh yeah
Can I come over
Mmmmhhh

Brown paper sack,
Wintergreen pack,
A full tank of gas, from the mini mart,
Cruisin slow, crankin Curtis Loew,
Speakers bout to blow,
Let the party start,
Take that old dirt road,
Pass the grain siloh,
Red tailights glow,
It’s a pickup parade,
Over the cattle guard,
Find a place to park,
Show me to the barn,
Take my keys away,
It’s time to play,
And it’s beer bong hanging from the hayloft,
Jello shooters with Smirnoff,
Long necks chillin in the feed trough,
with a pig smoking slow,
Find that band cranked up loud,
More we drink the better they sound,
See the bonfire from all around,
Letting everybody know,
We got barn burner,
Mini skirts, skin tight shirts,
Looks so good it hurts,
Drives me insane,
Mechanical buckin bull,
Shot glasses full of tomorrows pain,
Ain’t you glad you came,
And it’s drinks get pourin in the horse stalls,
Two step under the disco ball,
Billy Bob blowin on his duck calls
A helluva a show
Sticky from sweat so to beat the heat,
But go skinny dippin down in the creek,
Promise the girls that we can’t see,
Thank God for that moon though,
We got barn burner,
Pour me a shot way too strong,
David Allan Coe sing-along-songs,
“You Don’t Have to Call Me”
Bathroom line takin too long,
Go behind a tree,
Party all night till the sun comes up,
Sleep it off till you lose your buzz,
Good luck trying to find your truck,
See you all next week, at the barn burner,
Let it burn

Well you, ya got a little hopped up high end Hollywood
about you,
And you, you got that brand new baby blue BMW,
But you keep comin around,
shades pulled down checkin me out,
in my big truck, with my dog Buck,
the windows down radio cranked up,
Chorus:
Well I’m all tore up blue jeans,
Tailgate, 12-pack, that’s my seen,
Full on the 4-wheel drive,
With mud on the side,
you know you wanna ride,
Well you look so good beside me baby,
ya know you would,
so don’t you go thinking cause of my roots,
I’m way too country, to wind up…with a girl like you,
Well you might not see that backwood Baptist boy I used
to be,
and you might not see me bustin’ my back workin’ for
the weekend,
but I do startin’ at dawn,
all day strong I know right from wrong,
say ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘thank you’ tell the truth,
Ha, that’s who I am and what I do,
Chorus
Yeah
Well I’m all tore up blue jeans,
Tailgate, 12-pack, that’s my seen,
Full on the 4-wheel drive,
With mud on the side,
you know you wanna ride,
Well you look so good beside me baby,
ya know you would,
so don’t you go thinking cause of my roots,
I’m way too country---I ain’t too country,
don’t you go thinking cause of my roots,
I’m way too country to wind up…with a girl like you,
Oh with a girl like you
Oh no with a girl like you

I hold on to you loosely
Cause I know how you are baby
If you feel that forever kinda something
That gypsy girl inside of you starts running
And you’re like a goodbye train gone
I’m left lovesick as a country song
You burn me up like a ring of fire every time
Girl your leavin’s like gasoline on a goodbye
You love to live a little reckless
And too much of the same makes you restless
You always keep one foot out the door
Girl I don’t’ know why that makes me want you more
You’re like a getaway Pontiac
Turn you loose on a highway and you don’t look back
Ain’t nothin’ but tail lights and dust in the dark

If the good Lords willin and the creek don’t rise
I drop my tailgate a little later at night
Pop the top off a cold one turn the radio on low
Let whats left of this work week wind down slow
With my baby layin next to me
In the bed of my old truck
With nothin on the dome light
Wrapped up tight
And just maybe if we’re lucky
Friday night will turn into a Saturday mornin sunrise
With just me and my baby
It’s four o’clock I got a hour left to go
And I’m still pulling a heavy heavy load
When I finally clock out all the boss mans gunna see
Is my elbows and my tail light glow
cuz the only place I wanna be
With my baby layin next to me
In the bed of my old truck
With nothing on the dome light
Wrapped up tight
And just maybe if we’re lucky
Friday night will turn into a Saturday mornin sunrise
With just me and my baby
With my baby layin next to me
In the bed of my old truck
With nothing on the dome light
Wrapped up tight
And just maybe if we’re lucky
Friday night will turn into a Saturday mornin sunrise
With my baby layin next to me
In the bed of my old truck
With nothing on the dome light
Wrapped up tight
And just maybe if we’re lucky
Friday night will turn into a Saturday mornin sunrise
With just me and my baby
With my baby
Ohhhh me and my baby

She grew up in that little beach town,
I was 17 just hanging out,
For a couple crazy months out on the coast,
Well she smiled at me,
Said her name was Daisy,
I just laughed when she called me baby,
Cause what do you say to that,
Standin there watching the sun go down,
She wrapped her arms around me,
But all I could think about was,
Chorus:
How long, how long,
Could I really hang on,
To somethin like her,
Cause I knew in my heart she could never be mine,
But It felt so good just spending time,
With that girl,
And lookin back now I smile every time I think,
Well I was just her summerthing,
We were sneakin beers, confessing dreams,
sinking quarters in the Pac-Man machine,
and making out in the backseat of a car,
She taught me how to forget about time,
Live for the moment and let love ride,
And how it feels to hold a borrowed heart,
Cold air came and closed it all down,
She tried to sell me a sweet goodbye,
But all I could think about was,
Chorus
How long, how long,
Could I really hang on,
To somethin like her,
Cause I knew in my heart she could never be mine,
But It felt so good just spending time,
With that girl,
Lookin back now I smile every time I think,
Oh lookin back now I smile every time I think,
Well I was just her summerthing

Cheap sunglasses and a ball cap backwards
Standin the summer sun
Toes in the sand and a July tan
Ah baby tell me what’s not to love
Oh your momma didn’t like me or the way that you loved me
She prayed it was a summerthing
You thought I was wild and I didn’t say it at the time
But you were my first time for everything
There’s nothin’ I’d change about those days
You’re the sweetest thing about my past
There’s a part of me that hopes you found dream
And you’re happy wherever you’re at
But there’s a part of me that wants that summer back
We burnt both ends of that beach town
Til they shut down the Midway
And we tried hold on but that warm breeze was gone
And fall changed everything
But there’s a picture of you and me I keep
It reminds me that we were real
Girl I sure do miss beach

Trees swayin' in the summer breeze
Showin' up their silver leaves as we walk by
Soft kisses on a summer day
Laughin' all our cares away just you and I
Sweet sleepy warmth of summer nights
Gazin' at the distant light neath the starry sky.
They say that all good things must end someday
Autumn leaves must fall
But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to
Wish you didn't have to go no no no no
And when the rain beats against my windowpane
I'll think of summer days again and dream of you.
They say that all good things must end someday
Autumn leaves must fall
But don't you know that it hurts me so to say goodbye to
Wish you didn't have to go no no no no
And when the rain beats against my windowpane

Parking lots full at JR’s quick stop
Four-wheel drive coolers getting well stocked
5 o clock rush hour kicking off the weekend
Sun goin’ down now is all we’re needing
Oh baby get ready
Oh your daddy’s got some money
It’s paycheck Friday out in the country
Ain’t nobody left in the city
Howling like a hound dog
Drinking til it’s all gone
That’s how we do it y’all down to the penny
It’s a Monday morning dead broke kinda party
It’s a paycheck Friday out in the country
Drop off the rent check just a couple days late
Twenty in my pocket and the rest in my truck tank
Get a little muddy getting back to the back barn
Take it to town on that forty-acre cow farm
Ooh grab your baby and a cold one
Ooh work weeks done
A little banjo a little dosie do a little moonshine kiss
in a corn field row
More banjo more dosie do and baby one more kiss in a corn

I’ve been known to roll like a stone
Go with the wind never look back when I’m gone
And I know how to let the pain roll
How to let the highway feed my rambling soul
Maybe I’m your lost highway
Maybe I’m your ring of fire burning through the night
Maybe I’m your Bobby McGehee
Girl maybe you were meant to hold me
I’d love to mess up your hair
Ninety mile an hour on a two lane to nowhere
I’d love to lay you down

Had all he could stand, Standin all day
A whole lotta work for a little bitta pay
4:59, Punchin that clock
Both back wheels slingin' parking lot rocks
Til the highway is a two-lane
Then a dirt road, and you hit the breaks
And hear everybody say...
Pull up a tailgate, Time to get unwound
Truck-Bed, Beer in the back ya'll iced down
The only thing we own around here is the weekend. Pull
out the six strings and the shine drinks and hang on
tight to your
sweet thing. It's another paycheck party out in the
country - So pull up a tailgate
Ain't nobody's mamas leavin'porch lights lit
We ain't doin' nothin' Mom and Daddy ain't did. It's a
hundred acre party in a forty acre field. For us around
here, that's
a real big deal.
Pull up a tailgate, Time to get unwound
Truck-bed, beer in the back, ya'll iced down
The only thing we own around here is the weekend. So
pull out the six strings and the shine drinks and hang
on tight to our
sweet things. It's another paycheck party out in the
county - So pull up a tailgate.
I ain't talkin' bout a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday kinda thing. I'm talkin' bout a Friday,
Saturday throw down til
the weekend's gone kinda party.
Pull up a tailgate, Time to get unwound
Truck-bed, beer in the back, ya'll iced down
The only thing we own around here is the weekend. So
pull out the six strings and the shine drinks and hang
on tight to our
sweet things. It's another paycheck party out in the

You ain't the marryin' kind
You come and go like the wind
And you show up talkin' that talk
and I always let you in
I'm the forgivin' kind
So I open the door
I open my arms and I open my heart
and I don't expect nothin' more
And I take what I can get
cus that's all that I can do
And I'm ok with the pain
That you put me through
Cus a little of you is better than
Nothing at all...
So I take you in small doses
I see you out on the town
All alone with your friends
And I turn away every time
Cus I can't take what I'm feelin'
And I don't know his name
But then again I never do
And I cant see a thing cus I know
It might change me and you
And I take what I can get
cus that's all that I can do
And I'm ok with the pain
That you put me through
Cus a little of you is better than
Nothing at all...
So I take you in small doses
And I know it's just a matter of time
Til you walk again...
But I'll be here waitin'for you baby
When you wanna walk back in
Cus I take what I can get
Cus that's all that I can do
And I'm ok with the pain
That you put me through
Cus a little of you is better than
Nothing at all...

It's the first time in a long time,
That I felt so comfortable lyin' so close to you,
But the truth is girl, I'm through tryin',
To find every reason to doubt what I feel,
Your touch is my faith this is real
But, sometimes you stay with the wrong one,
Sometimes you learn from the right one,
Sometimes you love & only find lonely,
Sometimes you just, you get lucky
There's no feelin' like knowin',
The right one for me's who I'm holdin',
And I know that I'm fallin',
But I trust where my heart sees us goin'
There's so much about love that's left up to fate,
But, so many chances to make a mistake
Sometimes you stay with the wrong one,
Sometimes you learn from the right one,
Sometimes you love & only find lonely,
Sometimes you just, you get lucky
You get lucky
Sometimes you stay with the wrong one,
Sometimes you learn from the right one,
Sometimes you love & only find lonely,

The sky grew black and like an engine humming
I could tell it was my time
I could hear the sound of my heart beat thumping
And the echoes in my mind
Just like the prophet spoke, babe it's not a joke
Don't take another sip of wine
You better leave the bottle
Cause it's coming full throttle
And it's going to mess with your mind
Under the influence
Yeah,
Killing the innocent
See the eyes of the innocent cause you ebarrasment
Will i make it out alive
I can beg, i can pleadm or watch you bleed
You know i'm not afraid to die
Don't be cedeived by what you might see
It gets worse for me everyday
I could tell you things that you might not believe
They hightway shows me the way
I steer to the left and i setter to the right
I hear their fatal screams
I never drink more than i really need

You been workin’ your pretty little fingers to the bone
That boss man over your shoulder’s gettin’ old
I know you need that nine to five to keep the lights on
But baby punch that clock change your clothes and meet me
by the road
Girl I got a get away Chevrolet
Baby heading your way
Throw a dart at a map
Lets hit the highway
It’s five o’clock Friday
And I got a get away Chevrolet
Half my paycheck’s in the tank and the rest we’re gonna
blow
When the money runs out we’ll run her back home
No need to tell your momma no need to leave a note
Just ponytail your hair and put your cheap shades on
I wanna blow by that county line
I wanna see that three day weekend smile
Go on put your painted toes up on the dash

We don’t climb water towers to confess our love like we
used to,
We don’t break beer bottles on city limit signs like we
used to,
We don’t love ‘em then leave ‘em call ‘em back when
we’ve been drinking,
Don’t have a black book to go through like we used, to
like we used to,
Chorus:
Yeah we’d run around like our days were numbered,
Chasin good times livin for the summer,
Man I’d love to sit down and have us a beer or two,
Like we used to,
We don’t sneak into bars with fake ID’s like we used
And nobody raises hell and keeps the sheriff on his
toes like we used to,
We don’t light ‘em up scream and cuss, bumper deep in
the mud,
See what our old trucks’ll go through,
Like we used to,
Like we used to,
Chorus
We don’t wear our high school jackets with pride like
we used to,
We don’t sit up on the hood and dream of something
better like we used to,
Like we used to,
Like we used to,
Chorus 2x
Like we used to,
Like we used to,
Like we used to,
We don’t climb water towers to confess our love like we

Well that’s country
That’s country y’all (whoowh)
She was sittin on a hay bale,
Staw in her mouth,
Pa’s on the John Deere pullin that plow,
Granny’s fried chicken ridin shotgun,
Greasin that brown bag on up,
After 10 hours of sweat on my brow,
There ain’t nothin like watchin the sun go down over
Chorus:
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country,
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country,
Hoe, barn, chickens in yard, drinkin’ shine from a
mason jar,
Ain’t nothin like livin a life country,
Pray for rain when you’re in a drought,
Make it the sun when you’re about to drown,
Seventh day you take a rest, on a pew in your Sunday
best,
It’s Monday morning and that old rooster crows,
Put on my overalls cause it’s time to tend to those,
Chorus
It’s a hard life, long days, short nights,
But I wouldn’t change a thing,
Cause there’s nothing like
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country
Corn rows, dirt roads, Lord knows---that’s country
Old truck covered up in farm mud---that’s country
Hoe, barn, chickens in yard, drinkin shine from a mason
jar,
Ain’t nothin like livin a life ---no there ain’t nothin
like livin a life country
That’s country

She loves to get drunk on rock n roll
She don’t care for cigarettes but that don’t mean that
she won’t smoke
She hates the way it feels to feel a Monday morning
coming down
Sometimes she likes to slip away and get herself lost in
a crowd
That’s my baby
That’s my world
That’s my sunshine shining down
That’s my girl
She ain’t big on plans likes to do as she pleases
She ain’t much on church but she’s crazy about Jesus
There’s a certain Petty song that turns her on
It takes her back to my back seat
She loves to hate her ex-boyfriend
But she loves to love me
Sometimes she’s small town
Sometimes she’s so L.A.
Sometimes she’s right here
Sometimes she’s miles away

She's got a Baptist background, raised in a small town
Sunflower queened crown two years in a row
She's got that Cindy Crawford beauty mark
The classic southern bell charm
The kind you take home that momma that momma doesn't
know
All she wants to do when she gets in my ol' truck
Is crank up some Haggard and put it in the mud
Chorus:
She's a lady, when she needs to be
The country club girl, the country boys' dream
She's the best of both worlds, if you know what I mean
She's a lady when she needs to be
But she can be down right, turn me on
Dirty kinda country
I watched her grow up at the fair grounds
Showin' off her daddy's cows
Never thought she'd come around, but there she goes
In that Bocephus tshirt, high heels and mini skirt
Kickin' up the dirt down a red dirt road
When the sun hits the tree line, there's one thing on
her mind
Long necks and pool sticks and havin' a good time
Chorus:
She's a lady, when she needs to be
The country club girl, oh the country boys' dream
She's the best of both worlds, if you know what I mean
She's a lady when she needs to be
But she can be down right, turn me on
Dirty kinda country
Oh yeah
She ain't much on chewin' snuff
But she don't mind my skoal ring
Get down in the bed of my truck
We do our own thing
She ain't much on chewin' snuff
But she don't mind my skoal ring
Get down in the bed of my truck
We do our own thing
Chorus:
She's a lady, when she needs to be
The country club girl, oh the country boys' dream
She's the best of both worlds, if you know what I mean
She's a lady when she needs to be
But she can be down right, turn me on
Dirty, a lady when she needs to be
But she can be down right, turn me on
Dirty kinda country
Dirty kinda country
Oh that dirty kinda country

Held up in a hotel
Man I just can’t tell
Where the hell I am again
Another town down and when I look around
Looks like I’ve found a few more friends
I can still taste the whiskey
That almost tried to kill me
Don’t need to do that no more
But I’m sure by tonight
I’ll be flyin’ high
That’s what they came here for
I sell ‘em out of beer and I sing ‘em my songs
I live what I write and they all sing along
I do what I do and I don’t get gone
Til I sell ‘em out of beer and I sing ‘em my songs
Pick up that phone
To get a taste of home
It’s been such a long long time
But I’m doin’ what I love
So I can’t give it up
But you’re always on my mind
I better catch some sleep
And maybe try to eat
Can’t keep up these hours I keep
But I gotta a job to do
So I keep comin’ through

She had a carnival smile and blue eyes
Standing against a summer sky
Never felt nothing that felt more right than the way I
felt with her
Oh yeah
She was rockin’ a Van-Halen tee shirt
With a momma wouldn’t like it mini skirt
But I could tell she grew up in church the first time she
took my hand
Oh yeah
We had somethin’ goin’
We were off and rollin’
We had all summer long to turn it into somethin’
It was such a sweet ride
I’d never been so alive
And I oh I never felt nothin’ like that forever kinda
something
The day I met her daddy her momma smiled
We had that talk and then we took that drive
And that night we watched the sunrise
From the bed of my ol’ truck oh yeah
I wished I could’ve froze July
But you know you can’t stop time
And I couldn’t dodge her goodbye