Lyrics to City Girls In The Country
Ten out of ten as far as nights go,
Jump in the pickup, follow that smoke,
Meet you by the bonfire in the backyard,
Got a cooler full of ice for your jack and coke!
Bring your black ties, t-shirts and over-alls,
We turn city slickers to country folk!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
Make a dance floor out of paper lights
Chase down the moon through the sunburnt sky,
Writing our names in the midnight air,
The stars overhead are our chandelier!
So bring your black ties, t-shirts and over-alls,
We turn city slickers to country folk!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
City girls, ditch the high heels,
Trade traffic jams for rolling hills,
You aint gotta choose, live a double life with me!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
City, City Girls!
Jump in the pickup, follow that smoke,
Meet you by the bonfire in the backyard,
Got a cooler full of ice for your jack and coke!
Bring your black ties, t-shirts and over-alls,
We turn city slickers to country folk!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
Make a dance floor out of paper lights
Chase down the moon through the sunburnt sky,
Writing our names in the midnight air,
The stars overhead are our chandelier!
So bring your black ties, t-shirts and over-alls,
We turn city slickers to country folk!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
City girls, ditch the high heels,
Trade traffic jams for rolling hills,
You aint gotta choose, live a double life with me!
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
No rhinestone boots, no top-shelf wine
The glitz and the glam don’t make the good times (don’t make the good times)
We’re no VIP’s but we own this club,
and you can’t get in if you can’t keep up!
Throw one back I wanna hear you scream,
City Girl’s in the Country!
City, City Girls!
