Felicia

She's so country she's never been to town

Her hair is red and her eyes are brown

She sleeps all night, works all day

Slops the hogs and bales the hay

Calico kisses and homemade pies

White cotton socks hung out to dry

Chicken and a hound dog scratching out back

Fresh poke of greens in a gunny sack

Felicia, Felicia

Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller

Of her daddy's Mountain Dew

Patches on her britches, dimple in her jaw

Prettiest thing you ever saw

Gets her honey from the bee

The water from the well

When the sun goes down you can hear me yell

Felicia, Felicia

Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller

Of her daddy's Mountain Dew

Hitch a mule, pitch a crop

Work them fields when the sun gets hot

She ain't got time to waste on me

But oh every time I see

Felicia, Felicia

Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller

Of her daddy's Mountain Dew

Felicia, Felicia

Felicia, Felicia