(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there)

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision
Her daddy wore a tie
Mama never fried a chicken
Ballet, straight A's, most likely to succeed

They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down south for some higher education
Put her on the fast track, to a law degree

Now she's comin' home to visit
Holdin' the hand
Of a wild-eyed boy
With a farmer's tan

And she's ridin' in the middle of his pickup truck
Blarin' Charlie Daniels, yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(You know it's true)

Yeah, you know mamas and daddies want better for their daughters
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
In their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand
Why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
And a southern boy drawl

Or why she's ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Hank Jr., yellin', "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
But there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(Oh, get country with it)

You can train 'em
You can try to teach 'em right from wrong
But it's still gonna turn 'em on

When they go ridin' in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin' Lynyrd Skynyrd, yellin', (Turn it up!)
You can raise her up a lady
But there's one thing you just can't avoid
Ladies love country boys

They love us country boys, yeah
Oh, yeah, they can't stand it
It's that country thing, you know
Yeah, singin' na na
All those pretty ladies
I like the na na

Writer : JOHNSON, JAMEY/RUTHERFORD, RIVERS/TEREN, GEORGE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC COPRYIGHT ADMIN OBO TERENTUNES