My Kinda Country, by Karlee Anderson Subscribe to rss feed for Karlee Anderson

Shotgun shells in my pocket
from hunting with my daddy.
Wrapped up in a camo jacket
all winter long.

Got a brand new pick up truck
first thing I do is get it stuck
riding through the back roads
of my crazy little town.

Mudding on a Saturday.
Church all dirty on Sunday.
School so tired on Monday.
Wild party nights on Friday.

Little blue jean cut shorts
with some cowboy boots.
Rocking a party til dawn
with a pretty boy.

Guys in trucks are my weakness,
let me climb up on your tailgate.
Take me for a spin in the moonlight,
you know it's gonna be alright.

All I ever have is all night
so let me climb up on your side.
It's so close to midnight,
so take me on a country ride.

Lets let the tailgate down,
take me out of this town.
Lay down with me and stare
at all the stars so rare.

You know just how to get me going
oh, you know what you're doing, don't ya?
I just want to keep you close,
'cause baby you're my kinda country
Posted: 2013-07-02 13:34:54 UTC

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