Met Her in the South

1st verse:

If she was sitting on a tailgate, boots swinging

If she was 3 feet deep in a creek swimming

If she was standing around a fire with a beer to her mouth

You probably met her in the south

If her little sun dress was white cotton

If her voice had a drawl when she started talking

If she was dancing in the dust of a dirt road cloud

You probably met her in the south

Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon

Somewhere beneath that small-town sky

Somewhere around that water tower

Somewhere out on that county line

You know the kind of girl I'm talking

About you probably met her in the south

2nd verse:

If her mama taught her how to make fried chicken

And her daddy taught her how to go bass fishing

If she's sweet as a glass of tea and strong as a shot of crown

You probably met her in the south

Ohh yeaah

Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon

Somewhere beneath that small-town sky

Somewhere around that water tower

Somewhere out on that county line

You know the kind of girl I'm talking

About you probably met her in the south

With her hair down blowin' in the wind

Sun setting on her skin

A little map dot spot where the world

Turns slow, about as fast as the corn rows grow

Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon

Somewhere beneath that small-town sky

Somewhere around that water tower

Tearin' you up with those big blue eyes

Somewhere below that Mason-Dixon

Somewhere beneath that small-town sky

Somewhere around that water tower

Somewhere out on that county line

You know the kind of girl I'm talking

About you probably met her in the south

A little Southern Belle from the Bible Belt

You probably met her in the south