She ain’t no cover girl, but she’s the queen of my world,
Got a beer gut hangin’ out of that old Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt.
She’s got a couple teeth missin’, but that don’t stop her kissin’,
And when she cusses out the TV, Lord, I swear my heart still flirts.
She’s rough, she’s rowdy, she’s wild as a rodeo,
Got whiskey on her breath and mud between her toes.
A little bit crazy, yeah, a little bit mean,
But she’s my shotgun-ridin’, Bud Light-sippin’ redneck queen.
Ain’t nothin’ finer in this whole wide world—
Yeah, damn, that’s my sweet country girl.
Her hair’s a mess, her boots are scuffed, she don’t care too much for style,
But put her in a honky-tonk, and she’ll outdrink any guy.
She’s got a mouth like my old truck, dirty but reliable,
And when she starts to flirtin’, man, it’s downright undeniable.
She’s rough, she’s rowdy, she’s wild as a rodeo,
Got whiskey on her breath and mud between her toes.
A little bit crazy, yeah, a little bit mean,
But she’s my shotgun-ridin’, Bud Light-sippin’ redneck queen.
Ain’t nothin’ finer in this whole wide world—
Yeah, damn, that’s my sweet country girl.
Some folks don’t get it, they shake their heads and laugh,
But they don’t see what I see when she’s sittin’ on my lap.
Yeah, she might be a handful, she might be a wreck,
But I’d take her over any debutante in a fancy dress.
She’s rough, she’s rowdy, she’s wild as a rodeo,
Got whiskey on her breath and mud between her toes.
A little bit crazy, yeah, a little bit mean,
But she’s my shotgun-ridin’, Bud Light-sippin’ redneck queen.
Ain’t nothin’ finer in this whole wide world—
Yeah, damn, that’s my sweet country girl.
Ain’t nothin’ finer in this whole wide world—
Yeah, damn, that’s my sweet country girl.
So pour another round, let’s raise ‘em up high,
To the crazy country girls that steal our hearts at first sight.
They might not be perfect, but buddy, they’re real,
And that’s what makes ‘em the best damn deal.
That's my Sweet Country Girl!

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