Stone County

Well I was born in a suburban city

Used to play baseball in concrete lots

As a teenage boy I was none too pretty

A hug at the door was as far as I got

But I moved to country at twenty-two

Tell me what else could a poor boy do?

I found what I's dreamin' of

Oh, how mountain girls can love!

She said buddy lemme take you back to Stone County

Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys

The air it's clean and the folks are keen

On strawberry wine and pure gasoline

There's a population of ninety-five

And I get lost inside her eyes

It's a dirt road uphill, all left turns

Get lost all night, I'll never learn!

She's round as a biscuit busy as a bee

Prettiest thing you ever did see

She's sharp as a thumbtack, deep as a cup

Takes pints of Budweiser to fill 'er up

She said buddy lemme take you back to Stone County

Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys

The air it's clean and the folks are keen

On strawberry wine and pure gasoline

She's hotter than a fresh flipped fox in a forest fire

Everytime she's gone I'ma wonderin' where she are

There's a Baptist fire comin' out her guitar:

She's my little Ozark star

She said buddy lemme take you back to Stone County

Where the whipporwill sings in the hills and valleys

The air it's clean and the folks are keen

On strawberry wine and pure gasoline

She's my strawberry wine, she's my pure gasoline