Southern Girl (Live Acoustic) - Casey Donahew

Southern Girl (Live Acoustic)

Casey Donahew

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Lyric

She loved Elvis on old 45's

Stole my heart with her angel eyes

Sweet and easy was the best disguise

And she rocked my world, didn't have to try

She drank whiskey on water

Was a farmer's daughter

She'd sneak out as the nights got hotter

And I'm sure glad that he never caught her

But, when I think about those nights

Will I still smile?

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

Who knows exactly how to wreck your world

She falling on me like Kentucky rain

She hit my lips like a hurricane

She had that look of a Georgia queen

A sundress or a pair of jeans

Slow and steady like a 'Bama tide

But she was sweet like the Carolines

She was strong like a Texas breeze

Tennessee down to New Orleans

And she had me on my knees

Begging, baby, please

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

It was a blue dress on our first date

Drove me crazy, had me doing a double take

So call your mama, girl, we're gonna be out late

I made plans on a river and tailgate

We drank whiskey on the water

She was smiling when the moonlight caught her

Stars were falling down all across her

She moved away, and that's where I lost her

But when I think about those nights

Will I still smile?

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

Who knows exactly how to wreck your world

She falling on me like Kentucky rain

She hit my lips like a hurricane

She had that look of a Georgia queen

A sundress or a pair of jeans

Slow and steady like a 'Bama tide

But she was sweet like the Carolines

And she was strong like a Texas breeze

Tennessee down to New Orleans

And she had me on my knees

Begging, baby, please

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

Who knows exactly how to wreck your world

Falling on me like Kentucky rain

And on my lips like a hurricane

With that look of a Georgia queen

A sundress or a pair of jeans

Slow and steady like a 'Bama tide

She was sweet like the Carolines

She was strong like a Texas breeze

Tennessee down to New Orleans

And she had me on my knees

Begging, baby, please

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

You know there's something 'bout a Southern girl

- It's already the end -