City Bitch

Come on now, yeah
 Song goes out to all the country ladies out there, uh-uh
 And all the good old boys rather have an Elly May than a Kim K anyday
 Yeah, yeah
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 West Virginia, Tennessee, New York City ain't for me
 Rednecks, blue collars, find them girls down in the holler
 No twerking, creek swimming, man we love our country women
 That's right, Pabst Blue Ribbon
 They don't care if that boy is dipping
 Let's go fishing, moonshine sipping
 Mess with their man and they start flipping
 Mud gripping, country pimping, shit's a clutch and just starts ripping
 Straight shots, no chaser, crank Hank, bomb Jäger
 Tim McGraw, Tow Mater, there's the law, see you later
 Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
 Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
 Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch
 Get out the sticks, you make me sick
 Can't drive a stick, you city bitch
 Pretty with her hair up, sexy in a hat
 Cave in a windshield with a baseball bat
 In the bed of my truck staring up at the moon
 Country night, crickets and they're playing our tune
 Red light flash and she hits the
 Gas, bloodshot eyes, she still the mess
 She prays to Jesus but packs a gun, 3 shots to the chest, there's 911
 Camo boots and bathing suits, talks with a twang and loves her roots
 Southern pride, jacked up ride, she's pissed off y'all better hide
 She's hunting ducks in diesel trucks, pistol grip and mounted bucks
 Backwoods Barbie, southern belle, angel with a pitchfork raising hell
 Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
 Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
 Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch
 Get out the sticks, you make me sick
 Can't drive a stick, you city bitch
 Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
 Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
 Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch
 Get out the sticks, you make me sick
 Can't drive a stick, you city bitch
 Outlaw woman all nationwide, country girls'll take it outside
 They don't care if they break a nail, laughing as they go to jail
 And them good old boys gon' post
 Bail, back to the bonfire raising hell
 Miranda Lambert's dirty boots, Taylor Swift forgot her roots
 Faith and Dolly, that's some women
 Back in the day were skinny dipping
 Now they are respected mamas
 Mess with the kids if you want some drama
 No selfies, no haters, Party Down South, love you Taylor
 Rebel flag gets me high, sweet tea, Uncle Si
 Hit the backroads, let it fly, Shain Gandee will never die
 Never die, never die, never die, never die...
 Waylon, Willie and Johnny Cash, them country girls can whoop some ass
 Cooking, cleaning, catching bass, y'all can keep that city trash
 Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
 Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
 Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch
 Get out the sticks, you make me sick
 Can't drive a stick, you city bitch
 Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
 Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
 Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch
 Get out the sticks, you make me sick
 Can't drive a stick, you city bitch