Songwriters: Akins, Rhett; Davidson, Dallas; Hayslip, Ben
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She got her smile on
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Dog gone, nothin' in the world's wrong
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We're rollin' down a country road
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She's my shotgun rider
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I'm the lucky dog beside her
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My lips are where her kisses go
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She loves when we go to the river
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And get in the water
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And buddy, she's hotter than south Georgia in July
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Man, when I'm with her,
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I can't get enough of her
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I gotta kiss her, and I gotta hug her
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And brother, she's mine all mine
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This ole boy got it goin' on
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Got the good Lord smilin' on me
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
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Got me buzzin' like a bee
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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Nobody else gets to hold her
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But this ole boy
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We're in my old Ford
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Oh, Lord, holes in my floorboard
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But she don't seem to mind
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We park in a hayfield
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Fog up the windshield
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My kind of killin' time
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She sweetens my tea and butters my biscuit
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I am who I am, and buddy, she gets it
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I ain't gotta change a thing
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I don't know if it could get any better
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But man, if it does, then I reckon I better
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Get to pickin' out a ring
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This ole boy got it goin' on
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Got the good Lord smilin' on me
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
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Got me buzzin' like a bee
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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Nobody else gets to hold her
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But this ole boy
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Yeah, this ole boy got it goin' on
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Got the good Lord smilin' on me
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Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
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Got me buzzin' like a bee
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She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
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Nobody else gets to hold her
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But this ole boy
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Yeah, this ole boy
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Nobody but this ole boy
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This ole boy
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This Ole Boy
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| Craig Morgan |
