This Ole Boy

                                  She got her smile on, doggone nothing in the world's wrong

We're rolling down a country road

She's my shotgun rider, I'm the lucky dog beside her

My lips are where her kisses go

She loves when we go to the river and get in the water

And buddy she's hotter than south Georgia in July

Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her

I got to kiss her and I got to hug her

And brother she's mine all mine



This ole boy got it going on,

I got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

Got me buzzin' like a bee

She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

Nobody else gets to hold her

But this ole boy



We're in my old Ford oh Lord, holes in my floor board

But she don't seem to mind

We park in a hay field, fog up the windshield

My kind of killing time

She sweetens my tea and butters my biscuit

I am who I am and brother she gets it

I ain't gotta change a thing

I don't know if it could get any better

But man if it does, then I reckon I better, get to picking out a ring



This ole boy got it going on,

I got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

Got me buzzin' like a bee

She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

Nobody else gets to hold her

But this ole boy



This ole boy got it going on,

I got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

Got me buzzin' like a bee

She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

Nobody else gets to hold her

But this ole boy

Oh, this ole boy

She got her smile on, doggone nothing in the world's wrong