Of that special, not so perfect guy
My heart wants me to find
He ain't too pretty, he ain't too sweet
A little rough around the edges
Cute and country just like me
One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin'
Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin'
Swears a John Deere revvin' up
Is music instead of noise
Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin'
Riverside Saturday night and
Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys
He ain't gotta have money or a brand new truck
But he better shake my daddy's hand
When he comes to pick me up
Gotta be a little reckless, a whole lotta fun
And he's gotta know my midnight curfew
Don't mean 12: 01
One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin'
Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin'
Swears a John Deere revvin' up
Is music instead of noise
Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin'
Riverside Saturday night and
Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys
One of those corn-fed, bonfires
Goin' down a hill in a tractor tire
Cow tippin', rope swingin'
Backwoods, front porch singin' boys
Yeah
One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin'
Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin'
Swears a John Deere revvin' up
Is music instead of noise
Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin'
Riverside Saturday night and
Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys
Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys
Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys
Yeah
I got a little picture painted in my mind Of that special, not so perfect guy My heart wants me to find He ain't too pretty, he ain't too sweet A little rough around the edges Cute and country just like me One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin' Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside Saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys He ain't gotta have money or a brand new truck But he better shake my daddy's hand When he comes to pick me up Gotta be a little reckless, a whole lotta fun And he's gotta know my midnight curfew Don't mean 12: 01 One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin' Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside Saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys One of those corn-fed, bonfires Goin' down a hill in a tractor tire Cow tippin', rope swingin' Backwoods, front porch singin' boys Yeah One of those t-shirt, blue jean wearin' Mama lovin', fishin' pole carryin' Swears a John Deere revvin' up Is music instead of noise Dirt road, 4-wheel drivin' Riverside Saturday night and Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Sunday mornin' church goin' kinda boys Yeah Explain Request ×
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