Lyrics:
Good old boys pickin' guitar Saturday night
Cornbread, two steppin' country girls
Hank Jr, Johnny, George, Waylon and Merle
We'll kick them big city
is needing my mending
Then I’ll beg and I’ll borrow for my ginger girl
We travelled together from County to County
We travelled the country in our
was given me
By a girl i used to know
I guess i read it front to back
Fifty times or so
Now you hold this piece of glass
Up to the light that's
ought to be a bringing up your little girl this way
It was signed by the secretary Harper Valley P.T.A."
Well, it happened that the P.T.A.
Was gonna
a full grown man
It's a struggle, livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer, watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama, heard the way that you'd
darlin', you don't have to be ashamed
Groovin' is the game we play
Girl, we'll dance the night away
They'll be comin' day by day
You'll always hear
She said she can't sleep at night
Because you can't do this alone
I know you need me by your side
Need some time away from here girl we should take
Well I'm a Fugee on mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit'
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was gonna meet
That very afternoon
to constitute
What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children
We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross
We all have this idea
could
One day write a hit country song
Listen on the radio and sing along
Count them million dollars once I'm found
Well I gotta get home to work it out
to the core, a stone cold country girl at heart. That’s what your gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.
Verse 2:
Well if you think you
baby straight to my head
You make me wanna watch you all night, walking by
Turn around and do it again, and again
The way you're rocking to this country
outside on the back of my ride
Buzzin' like a couple of bees
Got some Country tunes blarin' and I can't stop starin'
ct this pretty girl next to me
‘Cause
lying
Girl of your dreams
Like I'm made in your mind
Tell by the cloth
I'm not none of these bitches
I came to cut up
Mane you hoes gon need stitches
I
Country Girl are you lonesome tonight?
I know you miss your mama
You had your run in those sparkling city lights
But you know it's time to go home
If you
round here
Yea we all, Yea we all, Yea we all drink beer
With a girl, in a truck down by the lake
When she shimmies out them cutoff jeans boy for
to set the cruise
Sun beaming a/c blowing might as well let back the roof
Me and my lil mama on a day that we just feeling right
Country girl tryna
‘Cause it's a, country chiller, redneck flotilla yeah
kind of party lasts all afternoon
Just down the road a way
well there's an ol' waterway
ya
She a freak hoe
Type of girl that you will get weak for
Got a girl but your still cheat though
She a cheat code
Every step she getting thicker
My Life is just like a car crash
So slow down girls when you go passing me by
My world can never stop spinning
I got a girl in every city and they
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
you pullin' shit together, I can tell, baby (oh yeah)
Is you single or what?
I need a girl from the country
I need a girl from Kentucky
I need
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