Met Her in the South

1st verse:
 If she was sitting on a tailgate, boots swinging
 If she was 3 feet deep in a creek swimming
 If she was standing around a fire with a beer to her mouth
 You probably met her in the south
 If her little sun dress was white cotton
 If her voice had a drawl when she started talking
 If she was dancing in the dust of a dirt road cloud
 You probably met her in the south
 Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon
 Somewhere beneath that small-town sky
 Somewhere around that water tower
 Somewhere out on that county line
 You know the kind of girl I'm talking
 About you probably met her in the south
 2nd verse:
 If her mama taught her how to make fried chicken
 And her daddy taught her how to go bass fishing
 If she's sweet as a glass of tea and strong as a shot of crown
 You probably met her in the south
 Ohh yeaah
 Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon
 Somewhere beneath that small-town sky
 Somewhere around that water tower
 Somewhere out on that county line
 You know the kind of girl I'm talking
 About you probably met her in the south
 With her hair down blowin' in the wind
 Sun setting on her skin
 A little map dot spot where the world
 Turns slow, about as fast as the corn rows grow
 Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon
 Somewhere beneath that small-town sky
 Somewhere around that water tower
 Tearin' you up with those big blue eyes
 Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon
 Somewhere beneath that small-town sky
 Somewhere around that water tower
 Somewhere out on that county line
 You know the kind of girl I'm talking
 About you probably met her in the south
 A little Southern Belle from the Bible Belt
 You probably met her in the south