Country Outta My Girl - feat. Rivers Cuomo of Weezer
Woo!
Oh, oh-oh
She's a map dot with a welcome sign
She's a truck stop, cherry Coke with ice
Still repping that Bobcat pride
Still calling from an 865
She's a ragtop on a hand-me-down jeep
She's a flat rock skipping 'cross a creek
She's waffles with the chicken fried
Hungover from a neon Friday night
And she takes that small town
Everywhere she goes now
Singing George Strait down Fifth Avenue
Rodeo Drive in her cowboy boots
Palm trees shading them southern roots
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's a black dress baby with a blue jean heart
Dirty martini in a mason jar
Honky-tonk angel on a rooftop bar
Spinning like a rope swing tire
Oh and she might leave
But she takes Tennessee all 'round the world
Nah, you can't take the country outta my girl
I hear you, man (Nah)
But let me tell you about my city girl
She's a dumpling with the tofu fried
She's an Xbox on a friday night
She doesn't give a damn about sports
Not getting in your four by four
From LAX to BNA, everyday
Yeah, she's singing
Kurt Cobain down country road
Sunday school in her fishnet hose
Lace fan hiding the ring in her nose
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's an overalls baby in her creeper sneaks
Whiskey hip flask, but Mugicha tea
Anime girl at the old swap meet
Burnin' like a vampire
Oh, and she might skate
But she takes LA all around the world
Nah, you can't take the city outta my girl
Yeah, you can't take the city, no, no, no
And she takes that iPhone
Everywhere she goes now
(Ha, at least they got that in common)
Singing George Strait down Fifth Avenue
Rodeo Drive in her cowboy boots
Palm trees shading them southern roots
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's a black dress baby with a blue jean heart
Dirty martini in a mason jar
Honky-tonk angel on a rooftop bar
Spinning like a rope swing tire
Oh and she might leave
But she takes Tennessee all 'round the world
Nah, you can't take the country outta my girl
Can't take the country
Outta my girl
Uh-uh
You can take the girl outta the country
But you can't take the country outta my girl
Outta the country
But you can't take the country outta my girl
Oh, oh-oh
She's a map dot with a welcome sign
She's a truck stop, cherry Coke with ice
Still repping that Bobcat pride
Still calling from an 865
She's a ragtop on a hand-me-down jeep
She's a flat rock skipping 'cross a creek
She's waffles with the chicken fried
Hungover from a neon Friday night
And she takes that small town
Everywhere she goes now
Singing George Strait down Fifth Avenue
Rodeo Drive in her cowboy boots
Palm trees shading them southern roots
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's a black dress baby with a blue jean heart
Dirty martini in a mason jar
Honky-tonk angel on a rooftop bar
Spinning like a rope swing tire
Oh and she might leave
But she takes Tennessee all 'round the world
Nah, you can't take the country outta my girl
I hear you, man (Nah)
But let me tell you about my city girl
She's a dumpling with the tofu fried
She's an Xbox on a friday night
She doesn't give a damn about sports
Not getting in your four by four
From LAX to BNA, everyday
Yeah, she's singing
Kurt Cobain down country road
Sunday school in her fishnet hose
Lace fan hiding the ring in her nose
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's an overalls baby in her creeper sneaks
Whiskey hip flask, but Mugicha tea
Anime girl at the old swap meet
Burnin' like a vampire
Oh, and she might skate
But she takes LA all around the world
Nah, you can't take the city outta my girl
Yeah, you can't take the city, no, no, no
And she takes that iPhone
Everywhere she goes now
(Ha, at least they got that in common)
Singing George Strait down Fifth Avenue
Rodeo Drive in her cowboy boots
Palm trees shading them southern roots
Hotter than a ring of fire
She's a black dress baby with a blue jean heart
Dirty martini in a mason jar
Honky-tonk angel on a rooftop bar
Spinning like a rope swing tire
Oh and she might leave
But she takes Tennessee all 'round the world
Nah, you can't take the country outta my girl
Can't take the country
Outta my girl
Uh-uh
You can take the girl outta the country
But you can't take the country outta my girl
Outta the country
But you can't take the country outta my girl
Credits
Writer(s): Morgan John Evans, Mark L. Holman, Ben Johnson, Hunter Michael Phelps
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