Backwoods Babydoll

I see the sun going down, Lord I'm getting ready. Spent half the evening shining up my Chevy. Got a hot date, I can't be late. Not for this one, no. And when she called me up and said, "boy come on," I run through the shower, splashed my cologne, threw on a pearl snap, a ball cap, some black boots, and hit the road
And when I pulled up she was sitting on the porch swing, painted on blue jeans, tight like a fiddle string. Country queen, long and lean like a limousine. She's like the leaves in the fall y'all, the prettiest thing I've ever seen
And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time. She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines. She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night. Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll
I like it when she rolls down the window, slide over in the middle, put her head on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, "Sure like it when you let me ride." A little slow mo, don't need the radio because the crickets are singing down on the lake road and she can get a rhythm to the sounds of a southern night. And before too long we ain't gon have nothing but the moonlight on
And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time. She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines. She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night. Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll. (x2)