She Was Born To Be Country

It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile

She's getting ready for her work in a while

She's sipping on her coffee and takes her blue collar on

No makeup needed for the things to be done

She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along

Ruff and a little tacky is her song

She goes hunting with her daddy

And cooking with her mom

Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs

The songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life

She's feeling lucky

And she was born to be country

Later in the evening, as the sun is going down

She's dressing up for dancing, underneath the sky

She's ready for some two-step, or maybe to rock some jive

And she's sipping on that ice-cold beer, and now it's time to shine

She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along

Ruff and a little tacky is her song

She goes hunting with her daddy

And cooking with her mom

Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs

The songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life

She's feeling lucky

And she was born to be country

And she was born to be country

She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along

Ruff and a little tacky is her song

She goes hunting with her daddy

And cooking with her mom

Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs

The songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life

She's feeling lucky

And she was born to be country

And she was born to be country

And she was born to be country

And she was born to be country

It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile

She's getting ready for her work in a while