Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted on cut-off jeans I hate the way this bikini top chafes Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah, baby)
I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin' [whistle] Sayin', "Hey girl." ("Hey, girl.") But you know I ain't listenin' 'Cause I got a name And to you it ain't "pretty little thing", "hottie" or "baby" Yeah it's drivin' me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy
[Chorus:] Bein' the girl in a country song How in the world did it go so wrong? Like all we're good for Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend Nothing more We used to get a little respect Now we're lucky if we even get To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along And be the girl in a country song
Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain’t ever made me a dime And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine Tell me one more time, "you gotta get you some of that" Sure I'll slide on over, but you’re gonna get slapped (Hah!) These days it ain't easy being that
[Chorus:] Girl in a country song How in the world did it go so wrong? Like all we're good for Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend Nothing more We used to get a little respect Now we're lucky if we even get To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along And be the girl in a country song (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby)
Aww no, Conway and George Strait Never did it this way Back in the old days Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché That ain't no way To treat a lady...
[Chorus:] ...like a girl in a country song How in the world did it go so wrong? Like all we're good for Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend Nothing more We used to get a little respect Now we're lucky if we even get To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along Down some old dirt road we don't even wanna be on And be the girl in a country song
("Yeah, baby, I ain't your tan legged Juliet. Can I put on some real clothes now?")