[Lyric] City Bitch (Mini Thin)

[Intro]
Come on now, yeah
Song goes out to all the country ladies out there, uh-uh
And all the good old boys rather have an Elly May than a Kim K. anyday
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
West Virginia, Tennessee, New York City ain't for me
Rednecks, blue collars, find them girls down in the holler
No twerkin', creek swimmin', man we love our country women
That's right, Pabst Blue Ribbon, they don't care if that boy is dippin'
Let's go fishin', moonshine sippin', mess with their man and they start flippin'
Mud grippin', country pimping, shit's a clutchin' and just starts rippin'
Straight shots, no chaser, crank Hank, bomb Jäger
Tim McGraw, Tow Mater, there's the law, see you later

[Chorus]
Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch
Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch
[Verse 2]
Pretty with her hair up, sexy in a hat
Cave in a windshield with a baseball bat
In the bed of my truck staring up at the moon
Country night crickets and they're playing our tune
Red light flash and she hits the gas, bloodshot eyes, she's stealing mash
She prays to Jesus but packs a gun, 3 shots to the chest, there's 911
Camo boots and bathing suits, talks with a twang and loves her roots
Southern pride, jacked up ride, she's pissed off y'all better hide
She's hunting ducks in diesel trucks, pistol grip and mounted bucks
Backwoods Barbie, southern belle, angel with a pitchfork raising hell

[Chorus]
Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch
Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch
Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch
Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch

[Verse 3]
Outlaw woman all nationwide, country girls'll take it outside
They don't care if they break a nail, laughin' as they go to jail
And them good old boys gon' post bail
Back to the bonfire, raise some hell
Miranda Lambert's dirty boots, Taylor Swift forgot her roots
Faith and Dolly, that's some women, back in the day were skinny dippin'
Now they all respected mamas, mess with the kids if you want some drama
No selfies, no haters, Party Down South, love you Taylor
Rebel flag gets me high, sweet tea, Uncle Si
Hit the backroads, let it fly, Shain Gandee will never die
Never die, never die, never die, never die
Waylon, Willie, and Johnny Cash, them country girls can whoop some ass
Cooking, cleaning, catching bass, y'all can keep that city trash
[Chorus]
Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch
Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch
Spoiled, rotten, fast-talking, booty-popping, city bitch
Can't shoot a gun, bait a hook, bake or cook, you city bitch
Obama-loving, ain't seen me of it, I'm goin' mudding, city bitch
Get out the sticks, you make me sick, can't drive a stick, you city bitch