Well I wish I had some shoes
On my two bare feet
And it's gettin' kinda cold in
These painted on cut off jeans
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
Do I really have to wear it all day?
(Yeah baby)
I hear you over there
on your tailgate whistlin'
Sayin', "Hey girl"
But you know I ain't listenin'
Cause I got a name
And to you it ain't "pretty little thing"
"honey" or "baby"
Yeah it's drivin' me
Red-red-red-red-red-red-red neck crazy
Bein' the girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and
Your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck,
Keep my mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song
Well shakin' my moneymaker
Ain’t ever made me a dime
And there ain't no sugar
For you in this shaker of mine
Tell me one more time
"you gotta get you some of that"
Sure I'll slide on over
But you’re gonna get slapped
These days it ain't easy being that
Girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and
Your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck
Keep my mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song
(Yeah, yeah baby)
Aww no,
Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché
That ain't no way
To treat a lady
Like a girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and
Your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck
Keep my mouth shut and ride along
Down some old dirt road
We don't even wanna be on
And be the girl in a country song
Yeah baby, I ain't your tan legged Juliet.
Can I put on some real clothes now?
Aww, no