Come on now, yeah

Song goes out to all the country ladies out there, uh-uh

And all the good old boys rather have an Elly May than a Kim K anydayYeah, yeah

West Virginia, Tennessee, New York City ain′t for me

Rednecks, blue collars, find them girls down in the holler

No twerking, creek swimming, man we love our country women

That's right, Pabst Blue Ribbon

They don′t care if that boy is dipping

Let's go fishing, moonshine sipping

Mess with their man and they start flipping

Mud gripping, country pimping, shit's a clutch and just starts ripping

Straight shots, no chaser, crank Hank, bomb Jäger

Tim McGraw, Tow Mater, there′s the law, see you later

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can′t shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I′m going mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick

Can't drive a stick, you city bitch

Pretty with her hair up, sexy in a hat

Cave in a windshield with a baseball bat

In the bed of my truck staring up at the moon

Country night, crickets and they′re playing our tune

Red light flash and she hits the

Gas, bloodshot eyes, she still the mess

She prays to Jesus but packs a gun, 3 shots to the chest, there's 911

Camo boots and bathing suits, talks with a twang and loves her roots

Southern pride, jacked up ride, she′s pissed off y'all better hide

She's hunting ducks in diesel trucks, pistol grip and mounted bucks

Backwoods Barbie, southern belle, angel with a pitchfork raising hell

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can′t shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain′t seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick

Can′t drive a stick, you city bitch

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain′t seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick

Can′t drive a stick, you city bitch

Outlaw woman all nationwide, country girls'll take it outside

They don't care if they break a nail, laughing as they go to jail

And them good old boys gon′ post

Bail, back to the bonfire raising hell

Miranda Lambert′s dirty boots, Taylor Swift forgot her roots

Faith and Dolly, that's some women

Back in the day were skinny dipping

Now they are respected mamas

Mess with the kids if you want some drama

No selfies, no haters, Party Down South, love you Taylor

Rebel flag gets me high, sweet tea, Uncle Si

Hit the backroads, let it fly, Shain Gandee will never die

Never die, never die, never die, never die...

Waylon, Willie and Johnny Cash, them country girls can whoop some ass

Cooking, cleaning, catching bass, y′all can keep that city trash

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain′t seen the oven, I'm going mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick

Can′t drive a stick, you city bitch

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen the oven, I′m going mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick

Can′t drive a stick, you city bitch