Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl
Well, my baby got a waist, kinda lit back Kinda cowboy killer with her boots in the back I'm a little wild, but she's cool that Thank God she's a country girl
She's a four leaf clover, always good luck Queen of the back seat in my truck She pulls me out if I ever get stuck Thank God she's a country girl
She loves Alabama and the sound of the fiddle She loves me like she loves fried pickles Her heart ain't nothing, but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl
She's tough as the day on a farm is long Fishing with dad cooking, with mom Sweet as a Georgia peach to live on Thank God she's a country girl Shes the life of a party like a neon light She can dance like a devil in a two step [?] line [?] Thank God she's a country girl
She loves Alabama and the sound of the fiddle She loves me like she loves fried pickles Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl (country girl)
I seen it all and around the world There ain't nothing like a country girl Heart on my sleeve, boots in the dirt There ain't nothing like a country girl Seen it all been around the world There ain't nothing like a country girl Heart on her sleeve, boots in the dirty There ain't nothing like a country girl (girl, girl)
She loves Alabama and the sound of the fiddle She loves me like she loves fried pickles Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl She loves John Denver and the sound of a fiddle She loves me like she loves fried pickles Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl
Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle Thank God she's a country girl
Compositor: Morgan Evans / John Sommers / Jesse Frasure