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[Verse]
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Lord have mercy here she comes behind the wheel of a pickup truck
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Mudd slingin', she's singin', country girl just doin' her thing and
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Ain't nothin' like a backwoods baby, drive my tractor, drive me crazy
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Likes huntin', loves fishin', and she can hold her own in the kitchen
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And by the way boys did I mention

[Chorus]
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She's pretty as a field of daisies
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She's sweeter than watermelon wine
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Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt
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And when I get her in these arms of mine
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Lord have mercy I love her kisses
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Man, I can't get enough, kinda like chicken and biscuits

[Instrumental] 
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[Verse]
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She can rock them high heel shoes, but she'd rather wear cowboy boots
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Cut off jeans and a baseball hat, city girls can't do it like that
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Off the chain on a friday night, dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
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Sunday mornin' come roll around, singin' in the choir is where she's found
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Y'all are so proud, 'cause there ain't no doubt

[Chorus]
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She's pretty as a field of daisies
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She's sweeter than watermelon wine
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Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt
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And when I get her in these arms of mine
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Lord have mercy I love her kisses
D                 C  
Man, I can't get enough, kinda like chicken and biscuits

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Hey,   hey, sweet thing let me hold you close
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Hold,  there's some that you need to know
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Hey, when it comes to lovin' you
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Hold, ain't nothin' that I'd rather do

[Chorus]
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She's pretty as a field of daisies
G    C            G          C
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
G  C               G       C
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt
G   C                 G            C
And when I get her in these arms of mine
D              C
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
D                 C  
Man, I can't get enough, kinda like chicken and biscuits

[Outro]
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     Oh,   yeah, yeah