City Bitch

Come on now, yeah Song goes out to all the country ladies out there, uh-uh And all the good old boys rather have an Elly May than a Kim K anyday Yeah, yeah West Virginia, Tennessee, New York City ain't for me Rednecks, blue collars, find them girls down in the holler No twerking, creek swimming, man we love our country women That's right, Pabst Blue Ribbon They don't care if that boy is dipping Let's go fishing, moonshine sipping Mess with their man and they start flipping Mud gripping, country pimping, shit's a clutch and just starts ripping Straight shots, no chaser, crank Hank, bomb Jäger Tim McGraw, Tow Mater, there's the law, see you later Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch Get out the sticks, you make me sick Can't drive a stick, you city bitch Pretty with her hair up, sexy in a hat Cave in a windshield with a baseball bat In the bed of my truck staring up at the moon Country night, crickets and they're playing our tune Red light flash and she hits the Gas, bloodshot eyes, she still the mess She prays to Jesus but packs a gun, 3 shots to the chest, there's 911 Camo boots and bathing suits, talks with a twang and loves her roots Southern pride, jacked up ride, she's pissed off y'all better hide She's hunting ducks in diesel trucks, pistol grip and mounted bucks Backwoods Barbie, southern belle, angel with a pitchfork raising hell Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch Get out the sticks, you make me sick Can't drive a stick, you city bitch Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch Get out the sticks, you make me sick Can't drive a stick, you city bitch Outlaw woman all nationwide, country girls'll take it outside They don't care if they break a nail, laughing as they go to jail And them good old boys gon' post Bail, back to the bonfire raising hell Miranda Lambert's dirty boots, Taylor Swift forgot her roots Faith and Dolly, that's some women Back in the day were skinny dipping Now they are respected mamas Mess with the kids if you want some drama No selfies, no haters, Party Down South, love you Taylor Rebel flag gets me high, sweet tea, Uncle Si Hit the backroads, let it fly, Shain Gandee will never die Never die, never die, never die, never die... Waylon, Willie and Johnny Cash, them country girls can whoop some ass Cooking, cleaning, catching bass, y'all can keep that city trash Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch Get out the sticks, you make me sick Can't drive a stick, you city bitch Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch Get out the sticks, you make me sick Can't drive a stick, you city bitch