Girl, it’s pretty clear, that ya aint from round here
Making fun of how I talk
By the look on your face you aint ever seen a place
Like this but it aint your fault
That ya grew up in the city
Where nobody says y’all
But ya sure are looking pretty
In a town this small
Four wheel driving on some dirt
Mama’s cooking after church
Maybe just maybe you gonna like it
So, girl don’t it knock it til ya try it
White lightning straight out the jar
Bonefire’s and passing guitars
Maybe just maybe you gonna like it
So girl don’t knock it til ya try it
And try it with me
I know I aint your type but I bet you wouldn’t mind
A southern gentleman holding the door
I’ll give ya diamonds in the sky, give ya kisses countryside
Introduce you to Georgia if you’re up for
Four wheel driving on some dirt
Come on now what’s it gonna hurt
Maybe just maybe you gonna like it
So, girl don’t it knock it til ya try it
Sleep in the bed of my truck
Some nice and slow down home love
Maybe just maybe you gonna like it
So girl don’t knock it til ya try it
And try it with me
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