Country Boy

It’s the age old dilema, how’s a girl to choose,
‘ Tween hot, country lovin or city boy moves?
Girls lets be honest, ain’t much of a choice
We love them backwoods, down home, country boys

Dancin’ with my girls in the honky tonk
Met a country boy at the old juke box
Cowboy hat and darin’ eyes
Two steps away from love at first sight

City boys break your heart
When it comes romance
So just give that good ol’ country boy a chance

A country boy is what I need
A country boy in those tight wrangler jeans
A country boy he’s the real mccoy
It’s time you discover
I want nothin’ other
Than a corn-fed country boy

Don’t need a white collar I gotta chase around
I need a real redneck from a blue-collar town
Don’t need a BMW, a fancy bouquet
I need cowboy boots and a bail of hay

Save your fancy suits, your smelly hair jelly
Gimmie collard greens and fresh pork belly
He’ll take his time, he’s the real McCoy
He’s a backwoods, home grown, country boy

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Breakdown-“Cowboy come and get me”
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Written by Dave Tough & Nate Strasser © 2010
Contact: Dave Tough * 5801 Tee Pee Trace * Cane Ridge, Tennessee