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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lee Ann Womack
Lee Ann Womack
Lead Vocals
Bergen White
Bergen White
Background Vocals
Biff Watson
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Carl Gorodetsky
Carl Gorodetsky
Conductor
Catherine Umstead
Catherine Umstead
Strings
Curtis Young
Curtis Young
Background Vocals
David Angell
David Angell
Strings
David Davidson
David Davidson
Strings
Gary Vanosdale
Gary Vanosdale
Strings
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass
John Catchings
John Catchings
Strings
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Lee Larrison
Lee Larrison
Strings
Liana Manis
Liana Manis
Background Vocals
Lisa Cochran
Lisa Cochran
Background Vocals
Lisa Silver
Lisa Silver
Background Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Mary Vanosdale
Mary Vanosdale
Strings
Pamela Sixfin
Pamela Sixfin
Strings
Pat Flynn
Pat Flynn
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Robert Mason
Robert Mason
Strings
Steve Nathan
Steve Nathan
Piano
The Nashville String Machine
The Nashville String Machine
String Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Martin
Tony Martin
Songwriter
Tim Nichols
Tim Nichols
Songwriter
Bergen White
Bergen White
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Wright
Mark Wright
Producer
Greg Droman
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Williams Hank
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Robert Charles
Robert Charles
Additional Engineer
Ronnie Thomas
Ronnie Thomas
Editing Engineer
Tim Coyle
Tim Coyle
Additional Engineer
Warren Peterson
Warren Peterson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I heard he was gonna marry some girl from Denver Then my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her There was the girl on the social page, lookin' in love and all engaged We decided she don't take a very good picture It may be my family's redneck nature Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger But I don't like her She may be an angel who spends all winter Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker Childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target I couldn't be happier on my own but I've got the slightest of a jealous bone And seein' her with him tends to enlarge it It may be my family's redneck nature Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger But I don't like her She may be an angel who spends all winter Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later Inside her head may lay all the answers For curin' diseases from baldness to cancer Salt of the earth and a real good dancer But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later Well, it was just one tooth Did I mention I don't particularly care for her? She makes me sick
Writer(s): Tony Martin, Tim Nichols Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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