Song Description
Playful contemporary country 2-Step about a city girl who thinks she's 'country proof' but falls for small-town life anyway. Male narrator wins her over with cheap champagne and charm - she complains about everything country but can't help singing along to his radio and buying a pink fishing rod. Fun hook, clever wordplay, and specific details that bring the story to life. Perfect for artists with personality and swagger.
| Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Nobody's ever ordered champagne here
This is the only bar in town.
And a dress like hers oughta be a crime
I don't remember seein' her around.
Girls like her and guys like me
Don't often see eye to eye.
But my best first move was that warm Cooks Brut
With an ice cube floatin' inside.
Pre-Chorus:
She laughed at my old jeans, said "You're not my type"
But that don't explain why we kissed that night!
Chorus:
She's 5 foot 6 - thinks she's country proof
Hates dirt road dust on her new suede boots.
She's all city lights and rooftop views
But says she's fine with my Chevy, too.
Riding shotgun down this old highway
Says she has to leave but she'd rather stay.
Post-Chorus:
Got her twisted up, she can't break loose
She's 5 foot 6 and not so country proof.
Verse 2:
She complains about the songs on my radio
Says they all sound the same to her.
But she's singin' along to every word she knows
Before this old truck hits the first curve.
Says she don't like fishing cause she hates the bait
But she bought a pink zebco rod.
And she loves getting lost down country roads
Right here in my country back yard.
Pre-Chorus:
Yeah, she's hooked on something she can't explain
It's a country life she can't escape.
Chorus:
She's 5 foot 6 - thinks she's country proof
Hates dirt road dust on her new suede boots.
She's all city lights and rooftop views
But says she's fine with my Chevy, too.
Riding shotgun down this old highway
Says she has to leave but she'd rather stay.
Post-Chorus:
Got her twisted up, she can't break loose
She's 5 foot 6 and not so country proof
Solo Break:
Final Chorus:
She's 5 foot 6 - thinks she's country proof
Hates dirt road dust on her new suede boots.
She's all city lights and rooftop views
But says she's fine with my Chevy, too.
Riding shotgun down this old highway
Says she has to leave but she'd rather stay.
Post-Chorus:
Got her twisted up, she can't break loose
She's 5 foot 6 and not so country proof