Chicken and Biscuits

Lord have mercy, here she comes

Behind the wheel of a pickup truck

Mud slingin', she's singin'

Country girl just doin' her thing and

Ain't nothin' like a backwoods baby

Drive my tractor, drive me crazy

Likes huntin', loves fishin'

And she can hold her own in the kitchen

And by the way boys, did I mention?

She's pretty as a field of daisies

She's sweeter than watermelon wine

Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt

And when I get her in these arms of mine

Lord have mercy, I love her kisses

Man, I can't get enough

Kinda like chicken and biscuits

She can rock them high heel shoes

But she'd rather wear cowboy boots

Cut-off jeans and a baseball hat

Them city girls can't do it like that

Off the chain on a Friday night

Dancin' and drinkin', ain't scared to fight

But Sunday mornin' comes rollin' around

Singin' in the choir is where she's found

Y'all, I'm so proud, 'cause there ain't no doubt

She's pretty as a field of daisies

She's sweeter than watermelon wine

Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt

And when I get her in these arms of mine

Lord have mercy, I love her kisses

Man, I can't get enough

Kinda like chicken and biscuits

(Hey)

Hey sweet thing, let me hold you close

(Oh)

There's somethin' that you need to know

(Hey)

When it comes to lovin' you

(Oh)

There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do (ooh)

She's pretty as a field of daisies

She's sweeter than watermelon wine

Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt

And when I get her in these arms of mine

Lord have mercy, I love her kisses

Man, I can't get enough

Kinda like chicken and biscuits

Oh

Yeah-yeah