She could of been born and raised in a Kentucky blue grass town
East Carolina, South Alabama Anywhere you might hear a screen door slam
In a doublewide or a little white house her daddy built By a cotton, corn or a tobacco field
Green grass growing up around that Oldsmobile out in the yard
The one her Uncle Bobby took apart
Anybody's guess if and when It'll ever get put together again
* Yeah she's old black water She's southern comfort
She's sweet magnolia sugar cane Yeah she's every jet trail sky
There's wild horses in her eyes And her heart you know you'd love to try and tame
She's probably got saved on a red oak Baptist back road pew
Summers in the sun at Waterloo Whiskey bonfire buzz, yeah she's had a few
And she's just like you Midnight singin' with the windows down
Slip string driftin' down a road she found The kind of girl that makes your world go around
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