Country Livin' Songtext

von Williams Riley

Here we go boys, whoo!

It ain't the truck, it ain't the tractor
That gives a country boy his X-factor
It ain't how we roll that gets you where you wanna go

It ain't the horse, it ain't the barn
That keeps you comin' back to the farm
For a little more E-I-E-I-OH

It ain't the grits, it ain't the gravy
It's that slow southern draw, callin' you baby
That's what our women love about country livin'

Now listen up!
It ain't the boots, it ain't the hat
That makes a real cowboy all that
An 8 second ride ain't the way I rodeo
Giddy-up!

It ain't the ribs or mama's chicken
It's another recipe that keeps ya finger-lickin'
That's what our women love about country livin'
That's what our women love about country livin'
Ah, you shake it girl

The fields are green, the skies are blue
From that ole hayloft it's quite a view
When we get hot we just go skinny dippin'
That's what our women love about country livin'

That's what our women love about country livin'
That's what our women love about country livin'
Women love country livin'

Women love country livin'
Women love country livin'
Women love country livin'
Women love country livin'
Bring it on in here, girls

Women love country livin'
C'mon! Women love country livin'
(Oh, I think I here ya mama callin')
Women love country livin'
(Tell her you ain't never comin' home)
Women love, women love country livin', yeah