Original lyrics

EN

I ain't the kind of girl you're used to No heels, just bell-bottoms and boots So Lord, if you love me, you'll keep digging On these down-home country roots 'Cause I'm just the way my mama made me Ain't no one could ever change me I need a man, but baby, is that you? I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA She ain't no stranger to a jail cell 'Cause this barnyard belle ain't scared to fight All my ex-lovers swear I'm batshit crazy At least one of them is probably right You know you wanna see me pushing strollers Cooking cobblers with my hair in rollers Say you want forever, but can you make it through the night? I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA