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Lindsey Lane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lindsey Lane
Songwriter
Lyndsey Hall
Songwriter
Lyrics
She comes from old family money down in the south
Got a rebel flag flyin' and sailor's mouth
She shoots straight whiskey like she shoots a gun
She ain't the kinda girl a momma wants for her son
She's the first long drag on a Marlboro Light
She's got her daddy's temper and she's always right
You hate to see her go but love to watch her leave
She's the kind of girl that's got tricks up her sleeve
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
She wears her daisy dukes and she wears 'em proud
She'll do karaoke and attract a crowd
She'll be your Fireball Friday or your sweet Sunday morn'
She's the kinda girl that leaves you wantin' more
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear I just don't give a damn
Writer(s): Lindsey Lane, Lyndsey Hall
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