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City Bitch

 

City Bitch


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 anyday
Yeah, 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

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