Lyrics

I picked you up for our first road trip heading down the 5
We barely knew each other yet, but I finally felt alive
You reached over to the stereo as your eyes gazed in mine
And said, “How about Shania Twain or Florida Georgia Line?”

I should have known
When I saw those wranglers back at home
Now your charm is clear
I’ve got a country girl here

See I’m on board with barbecues and God knows I love daisy dukes
But songs about tractors, trucks, and boots?
If you want me to be honest, it’s the last thing I would listen to,
I hate country, but country makes me think of you.

You brought me out to Stagecoach, and damn y’all can drink.
There was only Bud and Whiskey, but we had fun, I think.
You showed me how you ride a bull each night just you and me.
But left me for some cowboy cuz I was “too city.”

I should have known
When I saw those wranglers back at home
Now your charm is clear
I’ve got a country girl here

See I’m on board with barbecues and God knows I love daisy dukes
But songs about tractors, trucks, and boots?
If you want me to be honest, it’s the last thing I would listen to,
Now I hate country, cuz country makes me think of you.