Lyrics
Old small town all hands covered in sweat
And these old boots ain't never let me down yet
Old dirt road as dirty as it gets
Remind me where I'm from cuz i forget
She was born a mile over the state line
Head full of dreams itty bitty waistline
Came out west to see what she'd find
But all she discovered was another grapevine
Little older and a little bolder
Heart become bold no heat could scold her
The city ain't nothin like south dakota
Now it's over
Now she's a stone cold killer
Man eater, call the preacher
Now she's a stone cold killer
Can't deceive her, she will leave ya
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
Dry cornbread and subpar barbeque
While the colors run from the old red white and blue
Bitter beers and baseball on the tube
Sweet pistol both barrels back at you
She lost her way on the desert trail
In your back she'll sink those two inch nails
How much for your soul?
How about your weight in gold
Drown your sorrows in bottles of whiseky
But playing with her you knew it'd be risky
Last thing you heard was "baby kiss me", "baby kiss me"
A stone cold killer
Man eater, call the preacher
A stone cold killer
Can't deceive her, she will leave ya
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
A stone cold killer
Man eater, call the preacher
Yeah she's a stone cold killer
Can't deceive her, she will leave ya
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
Under the stone
Written by: Andre Fennel, Richard James DeCicco