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She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck She says it's always muddy and it rides so rough And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress Yeah I'm about as country as she gets I might get her on the lake to fish with me If the water's smooth and the sky is blue with a nice cool breeze But anything we catch I'll have to clean myself Cause I'm about as country as she gets She'll slip off a pair of heels Walk barefoot across the field Climb up on the fence just to be near me Sometimes i think that horse still scares her half to death Yeah I'm about as country as she gets She likes being within spending distance of a mall and Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call Put her in a crowd and she's right in her element Yeah I'm about as country as she gets Well she'll slip out on the porch sometimes When that sun's low in the sky Pull up a rocking chair just to be with me Until that first big junebug buzzes by her head You see I'm about as country as she gets Yeah I'm about as country as she gets She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck From Letras Mania