Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Sage
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Sage
Songwriter
Jason Charles Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Sage
Producer
Testi
Oh yeah
Huh
I know a girl named Lucy
She’s got her shocks down low
She likes to take the highway
Down to Mexico
You know she wears those diamond
Rings around her toes
Tannin’ oil drippin’
Down her tattoo rose
She ain’t no Georgia peach
She ain’t no Southern belle
Not an Alabama, thank you ma'am-uh
Don’t know no rebel yell
When she stalks her prey
You’d better stay away
From those wicked deadly curves
‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing like her
Around the world
She’s a California cowgirl
Oh, she got them tight ass jeans
And rhinestone boots
Hell yeah
She blasts Johnny Cash
Down Route 66
Then she gets her kicks
On the sunset strip
Likes to pack her garter
With a .38
She’ll take your shot of whiskey
And be on her way
She ain’t no Georgia peach
She ain’t no Southern belle
Not an Alabama, thank you ma'am-uh
Don’t know no rebel yell
When she stalks her prey
You’d better stay away
From those wicked deadly curves
‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing like her
Around the world
She’s a California cowgirl
She don’t care about Hollywood
When the stars come out at night
She’d likes to saddle up and ride you down
Like a mustang runnin’ wild
Oh yeah
Burn, baby, burn
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Oh yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Ride you wild)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh
She ain’t no Georgia peach
She ain't no Southern belle
Not an Alabama, thank you ma'am-uh
Don’t know no rebel yell
When she stalks her prey, you’d better stay away
From those wicked deadly curves
‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing like her
Around the world
Oh no
No you ain’t seen nothing like her
All around the world
She’s a California cowgirl
That girl is wicked
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Written by: Eric Sage, Jason Charles Miller
