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Lyrics:

                                                  
City girl got the look.
City girl Got the style
City girl heels ain't never walked a country mile

Daddy got all your grandads money 
Never worked a damn day in his life but he
Made sure his girl got all the cash and the cars

Hello pretty lady 
Dead Mercedes 
On the side of the road
Ray Bans starin at me 
What’s your name boy?
Girl you’re gonna be told.....

I was born with a country name
I’m living proof of what I’m claiming
It’s not my fault I didn’t get to choose
Cause Mama dont care bout hythm n blues
I walk proud from the place where I ramble
Seven generations all got the same handle...
Carved us a living out of them backwoods 
Six days outta seven it was understood 
A good ol boy like me won’t ever change
Cause I was born with a country name

Now hop on in
Girl Slide on over
Bet you ain't never heard Randy Travis
in your brand new Rover
Hands in the air boots stomping down
There’s still a few good ol' country boys around.

So you want a taste of the country
Girl you like what you can see
I got something that can’t be denied
It’s all in my history....

I was born with a country name
I’m living proof of what I’m claiming 
It’s not my fault I didn’t get to choose
Mama didn't care bout rhythm n blues
I walk proud from the place I ramble
Seven generations all got the same handle
Carved us a living out of them backwoods 
Six days outta seven it was understood 
A good ol boy like me won’t ever change
Cause I was born with a country name