A Country Girl Can

In her cut off jeans and her john deere capShe can put the boondocks square on the mapShe can ride in an old truck with dents in the doorsAnd make it look like it rolled off the showroom floorShe makes dirt look good when it gets on her hands

Chorus:Nobody does itNobody does it like a country girl canMake a city boy wish he had a farmer's tan
'cause when it comes down to lovin' her manNobody does it like a country girl can
She's the 4-h queen at the county fairAnd the belle of the ball at a black tie affairShe can to new york n tell 'em all hey ya'llLeave the whole town talkin' in a southern drawlIf you've ever seen one then you'll understand

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Bridge:She cook a mean fried chicken, a country girl canTeach ya somethin bout fishin, a country girl canRev up your engine, a country girl canMake a blind man whistle when she walks in

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Nobody does itNobody does it like a country girl canMake a city boy wish he had a farmer's tan
'cause when it comes down to lovin' her manNobody does itNobody does itNobody does it like a country girl can