Uh, I'm talking different, those city boys, they simple with their two wheels

The high heels and kitchens and going fishing, makes no difference

Low maintenance, get fancy on rare occasions

Throwing dirt on my name, I catch you lessons or a blessing

Woah, around here I was raised, it's a little different

Hard living, hard decisions, so no bitch can hurt my feelings

Little lady, little crazy, little rebel of the sticks

I was born with a pistol shoot your shot, but don't miss

'Cause there ain't no rest for the wicked

Money don't grow on trees

When there's bills to pay and there's mouths to feed

There ain't nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me

Shoo we than a woman like me

Shoo we than a woman like me

Or a woman like she nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me

Shoo we

Than a, than a, than a woman like me

Hey, hey, shoo we

Nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me

Flawed and flawed, slinging drops and dropping jars

And wrangling blue jeans and red wings

Baby, I do it all, throwing shots like I'm Whitney

Off a whiskey and a split

Not every city boy can handle country girls like this

Now my business, now my blessings, got fear in it

Cops are wrecking, who can start it and can finish

Love them, leave them in the trenches

Little lady, little crazy, little wild thing

I hope they faint, put some respect on my name

Yes, they ain't no rest for the wicked

Money don't grow on trees

When there's bills to pay and there's mouths to feed

There ain't nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me

Shoo we (than a woman, than a woman) than a woman like me

Shoo we (than a woman, than a woman) than a woman like me (like me)

Or a woman like she (like she)

Nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me

(Than a woman, than a woman) shoo we (like)

Than a, than a, than a woman like me (hey)

Hey, shoo we

Nothing more a cowboy needs than a woman like me