THIS IS A SONG THAT EVERY GIRL/WOMAN/FEMALE IN AMERICA AND AROUND THE WORLD CAN RELATE TO, 'CAUSE IT'S ALL ABOUT THEM!
Written by: Bruce Posey and Terry McMillan
Music by: Bruce Posey Music
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She grew up on her mama's hip, workin' in the kitchen
The apple of her daddy's eye, she never got a switchin'
Her mama's, mama's mama, was a cousin to Aunt Bea
Yeah, she's got country in her jeans
She's got country in her jeans
Stylin' and profilin', every young man's wildest dream
A cooker and a looker, sweet potato pie
With a dash of peaches and cream
Lord, she's got country in her jeans
You can find her in Atlanta, where her southern roots run deep
Or on the gulf of Texas, gettin' sun tanned on the beach
Her social fame, and DNA, are bustin' at the seems......
Yea she's got country in her jeans
She's there in every city 'cause she's ev'ry girl next door
From western California, to the farthest eastern shore...
She got country in her jeans
Stylin' and profilin', ev'ry young man's wildest dream
A cooker and a looker, sweet potato pie
With a dash of peaches and cream.......
Yeah, she's got country, that girl's got country, yeah she got country in her jeans
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