She liked country living and acoustic guitars
And Kenny Chesney in country bars
And Cadillacs and I couldn’t relate
I’m just a concrete kid on a country date
And her dad hated me, I knew it
Didn’t like my tattoos, pierced ears and black music
We still chill cow tipping and tripping
With that brushed papa shirt lift back cause she was tipping (Oh yea)
She was a country girl home cookin’ and grubbin’ (Hmm)
Ain’t used to my style big limos and clubbin’ (We be clubbin’)
A city kid and I’m doing my thang
I like an ole country girl and this is how I sang
Yee-hoo, What, What
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