As Country As She Gets

She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck
 She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough
 And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress
 Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets.
 I might get her on the lake to fish with me
 If the water's smooth and the sky is blue with a nice, cool breeze
 But anything we catch, I'll have to clean myself
 'Cause I'm about as country as she gets.
 She'll slip off a pair of heels
 Walk barefoot across the field
 Climb up on a fence just to be near me
 
 Sometimes I think that horse still scares her half-to-death
 Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets.
 She likes bein' within spendin' distance of a mall
 Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call
 Put her in a crowd and she's right in her element
 Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets.
 But she'll slip out on the porch sometimes
 When that sun's low in the sky
 Pull up a rockin' chair just to be with me
 Until that first big June bug buzzes by her head
 See I'm about as country as she gets.
 Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets.
 She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck...