Oh my Daddy’s from Memphis He used to hunt in Arkansas And then he moved to New York City That’s where he met my Mom
He wrote his Mom & Dad a letter: “I’ll be a millionaire by twenty-five” I don’t know which one of us dreams bigger I have his heart & drive
And he always told me and my sisters When we were scared to bait a hook Girls you don’t want to be no city slickers
So I’m a country girl: I love the trees and the flowers And those well-spent hours Staring up at the stars Oh I’m a country girl Though I live in the city And those lights are so pretty But I’d happily rather be Sitting on the porch picking my guitar
Oh my Grandma was a lady She always wore dress suits and pearls Our favorite treat was lady fingers And I have her curls
And my Mama’s from Australia And she grew up without a Dad And so she raised a home That gave us what she never had
And on the farm where I spent my childhood Riding horses and writing songs I’m still that child & That’s still where I belong
‘Cause I’m a country girl: I love the trees and the flowers Those well-spent hours Staring up at the stars Oh I’m a country girl Though I live in the city And those lights sure are pretty But I’d happily rather be Sitting on the porch picking my guitar
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