I said, "Hey now, baby,
ain't you the girl next door?"
Reet petite,1 you must not eat,
bet you know the score.
Friday night, don't sit at home,
let's strike up the band.
Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll steal a kiss,
maybe even hold your hand, yeah.
Something about you, sweetheart,
well, I just can't explain.
You're not like all those city girls.
I don't think so, anyway.
And I can't sleep a wink at night
hoping dreams come true.
You're gonna be a brand new country girl
when I get through with you.
(In the sticks is where I lay).
Hey, girl, I got love...
(In the sticks is where I play).
..love enough for you.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (oh)
but me and the city, we just don't mix.
Dancin' on a moonbeam
when I finally caught your name.
Said you had to be goin' soon
and I said that that's a shame.
Took you down to the willow pond
where the cattails grow real high
and in a few brief moments,
we waved our childhood goodbye.
(In the sticks is where I lay).
Hey, girl, I got love...
(In the sticks is where I play).
...love enough for you, oh.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
You know I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix,
we just don't mix.
Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix.
Whoa, yeah.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix,
we just don't mix,
we just don't mix.
1. A phrase from the song "Reet Petite" by Jackie Wilson.