She's got her smile on, dog gone, nothin' in the world's wrong
rollin' down a country road.
She's my shot gun 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 gotta hug her and I gotta kiss her, and brother she's mine all mine
This ole boy's got it goin' on, got the good Lord smilin' on me
Her big blue eyes and her sweet red wine's 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 the floor board, But she don't seem to mind
We park in a hay field, fog up the wind shield, my kind of killin' time
She sweetens my tea, and she butters my buscuit,
I am who I am and buddy she gets that I ain't gotta change a thing
I don't know if it could get any better, but man if it doesn't I recon I better
Get to pickin' out a ring, oh yea now
This ole boy's got it goin' on, got the good Lord smilin' on me
Her big blue eyes and her sweet red wine's 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
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This ole boy's got it goin' on, got the good Lord smilin' on me
Her big blue eyes and her sweet red wine's 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
Nobody but this ole boy
Yeah this ole boy