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Well there's a certain kinda' woman who lives a' down south |
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She don't never say a thing like hush a' my mouth |
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I want a redneck girl |
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I'm lookin' for a redneck girl |
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Well, I don't care much about style grace |
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Or too much purty on her lily white face |
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I want a redneck girl |
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I'm lookin' for a redneck girl |
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Well, it's hard to tell when a southern belle is just a' puttin' on airs |
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Speakin' soft an' slow with a turned up nose as she sashays downstairs |
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But, when she puts an empty whisky bottle up beside your head, |
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She's a redneck girl |
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When she sleeps at night, it's in a feather bed |
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With a 32-20 underneath her head |
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I want a redneck girl |
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I want a redneck girl |
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I want a redneck girl |
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I got myself a redneck girl |
