[Intro]

Come on now, yeah

Song goes out to all the country ladies out there, uh-uh

And all the good old boys rather have an Elly May than a Kim K. anyday

Oh yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

West Virginia, Tennessee, New York City ain't for me

Rednecks, blue collars, find them girls down in the holler

No twerkin', creek swimmin', man we love our country women

That's right, Pabst Blue Ribbon, they don't care if that boy is dippin'

Let's go fishin', moonshine sippin', mess with their man and they start flippin'

Mud grippin', country pimping, shit's a clutchin' and just starts rippin'

Straight shots, no chaser, crank Hank, bomb Jäger

Tim McGraw, Tow Mater, there's the law, see you later

[Chorus]

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch

[Verse 2]

Pretty with her hair up, sexy in a hat

Cave in a windshield with a baseball bat

In the bed of my truck staring up at the moon

Country night crickets and they're playing our tune

Red light flash and she hits the gas, bloodshot eyes, she's stealing mash

She prays to Jesus but packs a gun, 3 shots to the chest, there's 911

Camo boots and bathing suits, talks with a twang and loves her roots

Southern pride, jacked up ride, she's pissed off y'all better hide

She's hunting ducks in diesel trucks, pistol grip and mounted bucks

Backwoods Barbie, southern belle, angel with a pitchfork raising hell

[Chorus]

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch

[Verse 3]

Outlaw woman all nationwide, country girls'll take it outside

They don't care if they break a nail, laughin' as they go to jail

And them good old boys gon' post bail

Back to the bonfire, raise some hell

Miranda Lambert's dirty boots, Taylor Swift forgot her roots

Faith and Dolly, that's some women, back in the day were skinny dippin'

Now they all respected mamas, mess with the kids if you want some drama

No selfies, no haters, Party Down South, love you Taylor

Rebel flag gets me high, sweet tea, Uncle Si

Hit the backroads, let it fly, Shain Gandee will never die

Never die, never die, never die, never die

Waylon, Willie, and Johnny Cash, them country girls can whoop some ass

Cooking, cleaning, catching bass, y'all can keep that city trash

[Chorus]

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch

Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch

Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch

Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch

Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch