Текст песни Lil' Country Girl (feat. Demun Jones) - Moccasin Creek , Demun Jones

Ooh little country girl I like the way you shake it
Ooh with the pigtails curled ain't no time to fake it
Dance with me little country girl make this cowboy shake it

C'mon nah

Five foot nine, blue eyed, pretty, so fine
On the dance floor stayin' hotter than some moonshine
Country girl with them low cut jeans on
Brahma Bull with my John Deere green on
Look into these eyes with my Copenhagen smile
Ride on the Bull we can bump for a while
Yes sir lookin' fine with them boots on
Let me buy you drinks all night til my loot's gone
Little country girl, daisy dukes cut so small
You can leave the barn take a ride on my Fall Haul
Or we can stay here sweatin' to the beat
And when you wanna cool off swim in the creek
(In the creek) Ten-four, baby grab them reins
Back it up like my tractor cuttin' them grains
Flannel shirt, pigtails, and the wranglers on
Got the Bull in the chute singin' you this song

Haha
Yeah
C'mon!
Ooh little country girl I like the way you shake it
Ooh with the pigtails curled ain't no time to fake it
Dance with me little country girl make this cowboy shake it

Snuck up in the barn Red Stag in my boots
Drop a red slash watch the Bull get loose
Got a Colt .45 strapped to my side
I ain't Merle Haggard but my mama sure tried
She tried, yeah?? keep my boots tied tight
Too many Bud Lights and it's just another fistfight
Just a redneck, can't tell us nuthin' (nope)
Fists start flyin' females start duckin'
Take a couple country boys, throw 'em in the crowd
Play some Johnny Cash, turn that song up loud
(Turn it up!) Yeah I'm on a mission, keep the ladies wishin'
And when it's too hot take your ass out the kitchen
(Woo!) Ten-four, hey y'all in the song
You know I gotta fight like dogs on the state lawn
A porch honkey, keep my glass filled
Up, Brahma Bull line up or get Bubba'd

Let's go

Ooh little country girl I like the way you shake it (c'mon!)
Ooh with the pigtails curled ain't no time to fake it (look out nah!)
Dance with me little country girl
Make this cowboy shake it (yeah, yeah!)

Painted-on pants, cowgirl boots
Got the boots sittin' right, shirt tied in a knot
Tummy lookin tight, yummy
Lookin so tan, her man must be a drummy
Leave the house, everybody starin'
Can't stop lookin' at the jeans she's wearing
Bet y'all scared to approach her, but not me
She got a BF? That ain't gon' stop me
The hottest thing since the sun, I promise
Couple crooked teeth and I will pay your orthodontist
May the best man leave holdin' hands
May the best man block Jones if he can
DJ swapped songs and this is my jam
She said "hell yeah" when I asked her to dance
The beat dropped, she turned around and rocked it
My second move put my hands in her back pockets

Hahahaha
Heheheh

Ooh-wee (uh huh)
Ooh-wee (Brahma)
Ooh-wee (Demun Jones)
Lil' country girl, uh-huh

Dance with me little country girl