She's a high dollar raise up white collar, one of those Dolce & Gabbana kind of girls. She's got her daddy's money, she ain't never lived in the country. She's an uptown ball-gown kind of girl. But there's something about the country that she loves
Cause she don't like those preppy boys with spiked hair and collar shirts on. She likes boots and jeans and the way I say hey y'all. Our friends say we're like oil and water but we mix like sugar and tea. She can't help it, no she can't help it, she likes the country boy in me. She likes the country boy in me
Well she drives a brand new Mercedes, but she's thinking about trading for a jacked-up Chevy on micky t's. Oo yeah and her daddy says she's crazy, he just can't believe his baby has fallen for a poor country boy like me. Oh now but she don't give a damn about the money
Cause she don't like those preppy boys with spiked hair and collar shirts on. She likes boots and jeans and the way I say hey y'all. And our friends say we're like oil and water but we mix like sugar and tea. But she can't help it, no she can't help it, she likes the country boy in me
But every friday night we go riding in my truck. She likes to take the dirt road, play in the mud. She reaches for the radio, man she turns it up, she loves that country stuff
But she don't like those preppy boys with spiked hair and collar shirts on. She likes my dirty old pick-up truck and my Liberty overalls. Yeah our friends say we're like oil and water but we mix like sugar and tea. She can't help it, Lord she can't help it, she can't help it, she likes the country boy in me. She likes the country boy in me. She likes the country, she loves me. She likes the country, but she loves meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
