Girl in a Country Song

Well I wish I had some shoes
On my two bare feet

And it's getting 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"
It's driving me
Red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy

Being the girl in a country song
How in the world
Did it go so wrong

Like all I'm good
For is lookin' good for
You and your friends on the weekend
Nothin' more
We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck
Keep our mouths shut and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Well shakin' my moneymaker
Ain't never 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
Ha these days
It ain't easy bein' that

Girl in a country song
How in the world
Did it go so wrong

Like all I'm good
For is lookin' good for
You and your friends on the weekend
Nothin' more
We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck
Keep our mouths shut
And ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Yep yep yeah baby

Aw naw

Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
All y'all we ain't a cliche

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 I'm good
For is lookin' good for
You and your friends
On the weekend nothin' more
Whoo We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck
Keep our mouths shut
And ride along

Down some old dirt road
We don't even want to be on

And be the girl in a country song

I ain't your tan-legged Juliet

Can I put on some real clothes now

Aw naw