She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie, mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed
They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down South for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Now [bad word] home to visit
Holding the hand of a wild-eyed boy with a farmers tan

And she's riding in the middle of his pickup [bad word] Blaring Charlie Daniels, yelling Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but there's one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You Know it's [bad word] 
Now, you know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
And their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches and a southern-boy-drawl

Or why she's riding in the middle of a pickup [bad word] Blaring Hank Jr., yelling Turn it up!
They raised her up a lady but there's one thing
They couldnt avoid
Ladies love country boys

You can train em, you can try to teach em
Right from wrong but it's still gonna turn em on

When they go riding in the middle of a pickup [bad word] Blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd, yelling "Turn it up!"
You can raise her up a lady but there's one thing
You just can't avoid
Ladies love country boys

They love us country boys

They say, Country thang, yall

They love us country boys, yeah