Lyrics
I remember when her music started
A not-so-distant memory
That full of soul yet still light hearted
Southern melody
It congregates the saints and sinners
And everyone gets there in a truck
I don’t believe that my fate will win her
I believe in luck
And she is in the back yard swingin’
Under a sycamore tree
Humming along to the radio
That’s squawking down the street
She lies in the back seat singin’
Along to that lonesome tune
But a country girl wants a country song
So, darlin’ this one’s for you
I was born and raised in a city
I never learned to ride a horse
The folks in her town think it’s a pity
But life will right this course
And I’m the only one with an accent
When I order a bottle of beer
It saves those folks from having to ask me
“You ain’t from around here?”
And she is in the back yard swingin’
Under a sycamore tree
Humming along to the radio
That’s squawking down the street
She lies in the back seat singin’
Along to that lonesome tune
But a country girl wants a country song
So, darlin’ this one’s for you
Late at night yeah, I come knocking
Just got in from the old saloon
Now I’m having trouble walking
My face has all been bruised
And now she thinks I’ve done something wrong
Maybe I should go and tell the Church
But I’m just writing her a country song
By doin’ my own research
And she is in the back yard swingin’
Under a sycamore tree
Humming along to the radio
That’s squawking down the street
She lies in the back seat singin’
Along to that lonesome tune
But a country girl wants a country song
So, darlin’ this one’s for you
She is in the back yard swingin’
Under a sycamore tree
Humming along to the radio
That’s squawking down the street
She lies in the back seat singin’
Along to that lonesome tune
But a country girl wants a country song
So, darlin’ this one’s for you
A country girl wants a country song
So, darlin' this one's for you
A country girl wants a country song
So, darlin' this one's for you