Country Girls

I cut my exhaust to make her turn her head
 Them smiley face KC lights made her laugh
 And I spent my last dollar just to take her home
 Drivin' back after curfew, hopin' and prayin'
 The sheriff wouldn't pull me over, call my parents
 But if he did, oh well, tomorrow I'ma do it all again
 Just like every weekend
 Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
 We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
 Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
 I don't see why them pretty girls rode in our trucks
 We were restless, reckless, and all the above
 Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
 One thing I know that I thank God for
 And that's country girls
 Sweeter than tea, way out of my league
 Gave my truck horsepower when she climbed in my seat
 My F-250 was a midnight train
 Coverin' up the smell of Coors with your White Rain
 Wakin' up these neighbors with southern rock and roll
 'Til the needle reads E or the cops get called
 Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
 We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
 Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
 I don't see why them pretty girls rode in our trucks
 We were restless, reckless, and all the above
 Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
 One thing I know that I thank God for
 And that's country girls
 In every small town
 There's a down-home Dixie dime
 And that passenger side truck door
 Has been slammed about a thousand times
 That's a hundred goodbyes, times 10 more rides
 And only one girl on your mind
 Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped
 We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch
 Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was
 I don't see why them pretty girls rode in our trucks
 We were restless, reckless, and all the above
 Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love
 One thing I know that I thank God for
 And that's country girls