Backwoods Babydoll

I see the sun going down, Lord I'm getting ready. Spent half the evening shining up my Chevy. Got a hot date, I can't be late. Not for this one, no. And when she called me up and said, "boy come on," I run through the shower, splashed my cologne, threw on a pearl snap, a ball cap, some black boots, and hit the road. And when I pulled up she was sitting on the porch swing, painted on blue jeans, tight like a fiddle string. Country queen, long and lean like a limousine. She's like the leaves in the fall y'all, the prettiest thing I've ever seen. And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time. She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines. She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night. Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll. I like it when she rolls down the window, slide over in the middle, put her head on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, " Sure like it when you let me ride." A little slow mo, don't need the radio because the crickets are singing down on the lake road and she can get a rhythm to the sounds of a southern night. And before too long we ain't gon have nothing but the moonlight on. And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time. She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines. She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night. Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll. And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time. She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines. She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night. Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.