This Ole Boy - Craig Morgan

She got her smile on

Dog gone nothin' in the world's wrong

We're rollin' 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 goin' on

Got the good Lord smilin' 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 floorboard

But she don't seem to mind

We park in a hayfield

Fog up the windshield

My kind of killin' time

She sweetens my tea and butters my biscuit

I am who I am and buddy she gets it

I ain't gotta change a thing

I don't know if it could get any better

But man if it does then I reckon I better

Get to pickin' out a ring

This ole boy got it goin' on

Got the good Lord smilin' 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 goin' on

Got the good Lord smilin' 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

This ole boy