California Cowgirl

I appreciate you sendin’ that cure little drink

But I don’t think I’m as uptown as you might think

I’d rather have a can of that beer in your hand, ice cold

So don’t be fooled by these high heeled shoes

It’s just a girl’s night out, I’d rather be in my boots

Under neon stars in some farm tanned arms down a dirt road

Ya you should know

I’m just a California cowgirl

Home grown as a Georgia peach

Hold on, cause boy I betcha I can Texas two-step ya

Right off your feet

Just a California cowgirl true blue as the grass in Kentucky

Sweet as Tupelo honey, just a country as country

California cowgirl

Well, I wish they had a jukebox and a sawdust floor

Plain old school like Dwight and King George

You could spin me around, I could show you more

Of where that came from

How the West was won

I’m just a California cowgirl

Home grown as a Georgia peach

Hold on, cause boy I betcha I can Texas two-step ya

Right off your feet

Just a California cowgirl true blue as the grass in Kentucky

Sweet as Tupelo honey, just a country as country

California cowgirl

Ooo what do you say

Let’s you and me ride away

Won’t you ride away

With this California cowgirl

Home grown as a Georgia peach

Hold on, cause boy I betcha I can Texas two-step ya

Right off your feet

Just a California cowgirl true blue as the grass in Kentucky

Sweet as Tupelo honey, just a country as country

California cowgirl

Sweet as Tupelo honey, just a country as country

California cowgirl