Country As Me Songtext
Damn Girl Look At Her
Alright
Met a girl at Myrtle Beach on the Board Walk making sweet eyes at me
She can be a Georgia Peach, A Bama Babe or a Carolina Queen
I though Yeah look at that smile daisy dukes that drive me wild
Backwards camo braves hat on cover bands rockin and shes singin along
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
Come on girl let your hair down live wild and free
When I look inside your eyes I see Your Country as Me
She was hot as fire under neon lights DTF and lookin for a good time
We hit the clubs all night shut em down and watched that sun rise
God blessed blue jeans, blue eyes fallin in love on a miracle mile
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
She dont like whine she likes Jim Beam and Bud Light, sittin on a tail gate around a Bon Fire
On a Oveye county saturday night
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
When I look inside your eyes I see Your country as me
Alright
Met a girl at Myrtle Beach on the Board Walk making sweet eyes at me
She can be a Georgia Peach, A Bama Babe or a Carolina Queen
I though Yeah look at that smile daisy dukes that drive me wild
Backwards camo braves hat on cover bands rockin and shes singin along
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
Come on girl let your hair down live wild and free
When I look inside your eyes I see Your Country as Me
She was hot as fire under neon lights DTF and lookin for a good time
We hit the clubs all night shut em down and watched that sun rise
God blessed blue jeans, blue eyes fallin in love on a miracle mile
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
She dont like whine she likes Jim Beam and Bud Light, sittin on a tail gate around a Bon Fire
On a Oveye county saturday night
Chorus:
Girl climb on up into the bed of my truck, slide over to the middle seat you look like you need a rough neck alot more than
a man whos sweet
When I look inside your eyes I see Your country as me