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She's not L.A.
or New York City
More like take her back home to 
meet your mamma... Mississippi
Like sipping fine wine, from a Solo cup
While we're starring at the stars from the back of my pickup truck
    Ya, Hollywood's trying to tell me what perfect is
    But they don't know it don't get better than this

I’ll take her ponytail through a snapback
On my John Deer running like a sound track
Wetting a line on a riverbank
Working in the sun and praying for rain
Her worn out work boots sitting by mine
And we got two kinds of moonshine
Living in a perfect small town world
With my country girl
With my country girl

She’s like a church pew
when I’m feelin’ pain
Sturdy like the red brick
running up and down main
Bright as fireflies
dancin' in a Mason jar
Or a porch light at night
for this ol' heart
    We’re planting our roots deep in this dirt
    But it all feels more like love and less like work

I’ll take her ponytail through a snapback
On my John Deer running like a sound track
Wetting a line on a riverbank
Working in the sun and praying for rain
Her worn out work boots sitting by mine
And we got two kinds of moonshine
Living in a perfect small town world
With my country girl
With my country girl

I’ll take her ponytail through a snapback
On my John Deer running like a sound track
work hard, play hard keep the farm running 
A little back-talking but all night loving 
Her worn out work boots sitting by mine
And we got two kinds of moonshine
Living in a perfect small town world
With my country girl
With my country girl