Country Girls
I grew up in the hollers of the Appalachia. I'm convinced that there's nothing like a country girl. So I decided I'd write an anthem for those country girls. They deserve it. Plus I think the second verse is very clever - got some double entendre happening for the college football fans out there.
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She smiled at me from across the road
And I nearly crashed my truck
Seen a white tank-top through my rear-view
I couldn't back up fast enough
A country girl, a ball cap on
A gravel road in her bare feet
Walkin' home with an ol' cane pole
The spirit came up over me
Good God, her shape was too damn perfect
I said that aloud, I think she heard it
(Chorus)
Hey, mama, when you're in them jeans
You don't know what it means to me when you sing
Take me home, Wynonna
Little baby, sippin' on Jim Beam
Eatin' barbecue, shootin' 22s, it's her scene
Oh, Lord, it makes me wanna
Drop down, hit my knees, oh my word
And thank God for country girls
She was at the lake, at half past eight
Good Lord, and it was hot
With her friends, chuggin' beers clean down
I thought I'd take my shot
I was stunned right there, her auburn hair
Wet and flowing to her thighs
I couldn't move my legs or close my mouth
You go, girl; roll damn Tide
All in them short shorts while she's fishin'
Might make a man get some religion
(Chorus)
I've seen some girls from across the way
New York through Californ'
But they can't hold a candle to
Girls from where I was born
Those farmland girls, their country charm
Bodies of a southern belle
You might serve the Lord and wear the cloth
But you know they're hot as hell
Hello, you ladies, have you missed me
Ready or not, here I come, Dixie
(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020