Country Boy In Me
Lyrics Outshyne

Produced by: Chip Matthews

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She's a high dollar raised up white collared,
One of those Dolce & Gabbana kind of girls.
She's got her daddy's money, she ain't never lived in the country.
She's an uptown ball-gown kind of girl.
But there's something about the country that she loves.

Cause she don't like those preppy boys
With spiked hair and collar shirts on.
She likes boots and jeans and the way I say hey y'all.
And our friends say that we're like oil and water
But we mix like sugar and tea.
But she can't help it, no she can't help it,
She likes the country boy in me.
She likes the country boy in me.

Well she drives a brand new Mercedes,
But she's been thinking about trading it
For a jacked-up Chevy on Mikey T's.
Ooh yeah, and her daddy says she's crazy,
He just can't believe his baby
Has fallen for a poor country boy like me.
Oh now, but she don't give a damn about the money.

Cause she don't like those preppy boys
With spiked hair and collar shirts on.
She likes boots and jeans and the way I say hey y'all.
And our friends say that we're like oil and water
But we mix like sugar and tea.
But she can't help it, no she can't help it,
She likes the country boy in me.

But every Friday night we go riding in my truck.
She likes to take the dirt road, play in the mud.
She reaches for the radio, man she turns it up,
She loves that country stuff.

But she don't like those preppy boys
With spiked hair and collar shirts on.
She likes my dirty old pick-up truck and my Liberty overalls.
Yeah and our friends say that we're like oil and water
But we mix like sugar and tea.
She can't help it, Lord she can't help it,
Oh, she can't help it, ooh she can't help it
She likes the country boy in me.
She likes the country boy in me.
She likes the country, but she loves me.
She likes the country, but she loves me.

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