Man of Few Words

If you ask me how my day was, I'd say, "Fine"

Or what kinda beer I like to drink, I'd say, "Any kind"

Good old boys like me, we don't say much

Yeah, I'm more the strong and silent type

Yeah, but she comes up

And then I'm like

She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country

She likes to dance, but only when she drinks

Her eyes give the sky a run for its money

And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee

She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home

She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on

Talking your ear off, but if I'm not talking 'bout her

Mmm, I'm a man of few words

I'm a pick it up, what you want, phone call, four minutes tops

Standing 'round a truck bed, crack a beer, take a sip and nod

Unless you're talking 'bout the girl I love

Then you can't shut me up

I'm like

She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country

She likes to dance, but only when she drinks

Her eyes give the sky a run for its money

And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee

She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home

She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on

Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her

Yeah, I'm a man of few words

Yeah, I'm a man of few words

Well, good old boys like me, we don't say much (don't say much)

I'm more the strong and silent type

Yeah, but she comes up

She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country

She likes to dance, but only when she drinks

Her eyes give the sky a run for its money

Make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee

She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home

She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on

Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her

I'm a man of few words

Yeah, I'm a man of few words

Oh, yeah