A Country Girl Can

In her cutoff jeans and a John Deere cap
She can put the boondocks square on the map
She can ride in an old truck with dents in the doors
And make it look like it rolled off a showroom floor
She makes dirt look good when it gets on her hands
Nobody does it

Nobody does it like a country girl can
Make a city boy wish he had a farmer's tan
'Cause when it comes down to lovin' her man
Nobody does it like a country girl can

She's the 4H queen at the county fair
And the belle of the ball at a black-tie affair
She can go to New York and tell 'em all, "Hey, y'all"
And leave the whole town talkin' in a Southern drawl
If you've ever seen one, then you understand
Nobody does it

Nobody does it like a country girl can
Make a city boy wish he had a farmer's tan
'Cause when it comes down to lovin' her man
Nobody does it like a country girl can

She cook a mean fried chicken (A country girl can)
Teach you something 'bout fishin' (A country girl can)
Rev up your engine (A country girl can)
Make a blind man whistle when she walks in

Nobody does it like a country girl can
Make a city boy wish he had a farmer's tan
'Cause when it comes down to lovin' her man
Nobody does it
Nobody does it
Nobody does it like a country girl can