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Click hereI never pictured myself as country
You’ll never see me riding no bulls
I wouldn’t dare try busting bronco’s
My mama didn’t raise no fools
But there’s still one thing about me
That puts honky tonk in my world
I must be a country boy
Cause I loves me a country girl
Them girls in a pretty little dinner dress
With the shiny little high heeled shoes
They look real pretty all dolled up
And im sure they can make guys drool
I appreciate a woman in a business suit
Cute enough to make the guys go shoooot
But I prefer a girl with a beer in her hand
Dressed in levis and cowgirl boots
I don’t fancy myself a Big & Rich
And I’m certainly no Garth Brooks
I could wear some worn jeans and a Stetson
And still not pull off the look
I’m just a man who knows what he likes
From brunettes red heads to with curls
So I must be a country boy
Cause I loves me a country girl
The title song was not a mistake. The feeling it evoked was of lyrics to a county song. For some reason I could not shake the feeling (and I had to check the biography and find that I was wrong!)that the autor is a woman, that is with the full attention to all the clothing items. It certainly taught mr a lesson about gender-typing!