Backwoods Babydoll

I see the sun going down, Lord I'm getting ready.

Spent half the evening shining up my Chevy.

Got a hot date, I can't be late.

Not for this one, no.

And when she called me up and said, "boy come on," I run through the shower, splashed my cologne, threw on a pearl snap, a ball cap, some black boots, and hit the road.

And when I pulled up she was sitting on the porch swing, painted on blue jeans, tight like a fiddle string.

Country queen, long and lean like a limousine.

She's like the leaves in the fall y'all, the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.

She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.

She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.

Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.

I like it when she rolls down the window, slide over in the middle, put her head on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, "

Sure like it when you let me ride."

A little slow mo, don't need the radio because the crickets are singing down on the lake road and she can get a rhythm to the sounds of a southern night.

And before too long we ain't gon have nothing but the moonlight on.

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.

She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.

She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.

Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.

And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.

She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.

She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.

Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.