Country Girl

Oh my daddy’s from Memphis
He used to hunt in Arkansas
And then he moved to New York City
That’s where he met my mom

He wrote his mom and dad a letter
I’ll be a millionaire by twenty-five
I don’t know which one of us dreams bigger
I have his heart and drive

And he always told me and my sisters
When we were scared to bait a hook
Girls you don’t want to be no city slickers
So I’m a country girl
I love the trees and the flowers
And those well-spent hours
Staring up at the stars

Oh, I’m a country girl
Though I live in the city
And those lights are so pretty
But I’d happily rather be
Sitting on the porch picking my guitar

Oh, my grandma was a lady
She always wore dress suits and pearls
Our favorite treat was lady fingers
And I have her curls

And my mama’s from Australia
And she grew up without a dad
And so she raised a home
That gave us what she never had

And on the farm where I spent my childhood
Riding horses and writing songs
I’m still that child
And that’s still where I belong
‘Cause I’m a country girl
I love the trees and the flowers
Those well-spent hours
Staring up at the stars

Oh, I’m a country girl
Though I live in the city
And those lights sure are pretty
But I’d happily rather be
Sitting on the porch picking my guitar

But I’d happily, rather be
Sitting on the porch picking on my guitar