Verse: She’s got a cowboy hat, a belt buckle to match. Damn, I love her tattoos. She spits and cuss, she can kick up dust, she can do what a country boy can do. She likes to fish, grew up in the sticks, and never gave a damn about the law. She’s bad to the bone – she can roll her own, my baby she’s COUNTRY WILD!
Chorus: Don’t get it confused, I don’t care what you; don’t you touch my girl at all. A pistol in her boot drinkin’ moonshine and booze, with the Billy The Kid kind of drawl. Born a rebel with the heart of the devil – and a redneck kind of style. She’s one of a kind, she’s all mine – my baby she’s COUNTRY WILD!
Verse: She wears daisy dukes, and worn out boots – she’s country to the core. She’s white trash loves Johnny Cash; sippin’ on a colt 24. She drives my truck right through the mud – gonna raise a little hell tonight. She loves to lay on my tailgate, my baby she’s COUNTRY FRIED!
Chorus: Don’t get it confused, I don’t care what you; don’t you touch my girl at all. A pistol in her boot drinkin’ moonshine and booze, with the Billy The Kid kind of drawl. Born a rebel with the heart of the devil – and a redneck kind of style. She’s one of a kind, she’s all mine – my baby she’s COUNTRY WILD!
Verse: She’s got aim like Jesse James, boy you better watch your back. She’ll put a bullet hole right through that old pretty little cowboy hat. This is your last chance don’t ask her to dance, damn your cramping her style. She’s one of a kind she’s all mine – my baby she’s COUNTRY WILD!
Chorus: Don’t get it confused, I don’t care what you; don’t you touch my girl at all. A pistol in her boot drinkin’ moonshine and booze, with the Billy The Kid kind of drawl. Born a rebel with the heart of the devil – and a redneck kind of style. She’s one of a kind, she’s all mine – my baby she’s COUNTRY WILD!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
