Now, I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl
And I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world
Like Barbie or the models in the Fredricks catalog
From rags to wishes in my dreams, I could have it all

And I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair
Don't be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there
Don't let these false eyelashes lead you to believe
That I'm as shallow as I look 'cause I run true and deep

And I've always been misunderstood because of how I look
Don't judge me by my cover 'cause I'm a real good book
So read into it what you will, but see me as I am
The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam

And I'm just a backwoods Barbie in a push-up bra and heels
And I might look artificial, but where it counts, I'm real
And I'm all dolled up and hoping for a chance to prove my worth
And even backwoods Barbies get their feelings hurt

And I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair
Don't be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there
Yes, I could see where I could be misjudged upon first glance
But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance
And I'm just a backwoods Barbie asking for a second chance
Backwoods Barbie