Lyrics

I may be a fool with my money, but don't call me broke I may act funny on occasions, but I ain't no joke I can drink a bottle of whiskey down and start a fight or two I ain't George Foreman or Ali, but I've won a few You know I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man And I don't give a damn Nah, I don't wear loose jeans, I like mine to fit And I don't wear too many ties and suits and shit See, I don't buy exotic cars, I like American-made Ohh, I'm a real man, son, you best walk away You know, if you ain't heard I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man And I don't give a damn I heard you like those model girls with tiny waist Well, I like Southern girls with curves and a pretty little face You like girls that make side dishes and loves to bake Well, I like a woman that makes fried chicken and grills me steak Well, you know, if you a man I'm a truck drivin', Harley ridin' son of a gun Loud country music bumpin', come and have you some fun Deer huntin', beer guzzlin', boot wearing Southern man (Southern man) And I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn
Writer(s): Jared Samuel Erskine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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