[Intro]
D G D G
[Verse]
D G
Well I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
D G
And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted-on cut-off jeans
D
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
G
Do I really have to wear it all day?
(Yeah baby)
D G
I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin'
D G
Sayin' "Hey girl," but you know I ain't listenin'
D
Cause I got a name and to you it ain't
G
pretty little thing, hottie or baby
A G (STRUM ONCE)
It's driving me red red red red red red redneck crazy
[Chorus]
D
Being the girl in a country song
G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
D
We used to get a little respect
G
Now we're lucky if we even get
A G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
D G
And be the girl in a country song
[Verse]
D G
Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain't ever made me a dime
D G
And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
D
Tell me one more time you gotta get you some of that
G A
Sure I'll slide on over, but you're gonna get slapped
G
These days it ain't easy being that…
[Chorus]
D
Girl in a country song
G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
D
We used to get a little respect
G
Now we're lucky if we even get
A G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
D
And be the girl in a country song
G D G
Yep, yep, yep
N.C.
Aw naw,
Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aw naw,
We ain't a cliche
That ain't no way
To treat a lady
[Chorus]
D
Like a girl in a country song
G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
D
We used to get a little respect
G
Now we're lucky if we even get
A G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
A G
Down some ol' dirt road we don't even want to be on
D
And be the girl in a country song
[Instrumental]
G D G D
(Spoken)
Yeah baby
I ain't your tan legged Juliet
Can I put on some real clothes now?
N.C.
Aw naw
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