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I cut my exhaust to make her turn her head Them smiley face KC lights made her laugh And I spent my last dollar just to take her home Drivin' back after curfew, hopin' and prayin' The sheriff wouldn't pull me over, call my parents But if he did, oh well, tomorrow I'ma do it all again Just like every weekend Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks We were restless, reckless, and all the above Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love One thing I know that I thank God for And that's country girls Sweeter than tea, way out of my league Gave my truck horsepower when she climbed in my seat My F-250 was a midnight train Coverin' up the smell of Coors with your White Rain Wakin' up these neighbors with southern rock and roll 'Til the needle reads E or the cops get called Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch Letras de cancionesHard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks We were restless, reckless, and all the above Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love One thing I know that I thank God for And that's country girls In every small town There's a down-home Dixie dime And that passenger side truck door Has been slammed about a thousand times That's a hundred goodbyes, times 10 more rides And only one girl on your mind Our boots stayed muddy, their jeans stayed ripped We became bigger men with every Copenhagen pinch Hard-headed as they came, as dirty as we was I don't see why them pretty girls rolled in our trucks We were restless, reckless, and all the above Tryna draw us attention to paint a picture of love One thing I know that I thank God for And that's country girls From Letras Mania