This Ole Boy

She got her smile on, doggone

Nothing in the world's wrong

We're rolling down a country road

She's my shotgun 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 kiss her and I gotta hug her

And brother she's mine all mine

This ole boy got it going on

Got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

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 my floor board

But she don't seem to mind

We park in a hay field

Fog up the windshield

My kind of killing time

She sweetens my tea

And she butters my biscuit

I am who I am and buddy she gets it

I ain't gotta change a thing

And I don't know if it could get any better

But man if it does then I reckon

I better get to picking out a ring

Yeah, now, yeah

This ole boy got it going on

Got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

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

Yeah, this ole boy got it going on

Got the good Lord smiling on me

Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

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

Yeah, this ole boy

Nobody but this ole boy

Yeah, this ole boy