She'll sit in that lawn chair all night long
Sippin' them beers 'till the bonfires gon'
She's a cool drink of water and a hot red-head
Standin' there fishin' in the creek bank bed

You outta see her dance!
She can break it down low
She can pop it and lock it, and doe-si-doe
Aww, look at her go

She's got a little bit of kick like peach moonshine
Legs as long as the county line
Wrap around you like Kudzu vine
Thank God she's mine!

Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
I got it bad, bad, bad
She's got the goods!

She got way more sway than a front porch swang
She'll bare her soul like an old six string
She can shed a tear, she show a smile
Break every heart for a country mile
That ain't no lie

She's got a little bit of kick like peach moonshine
Legs as long as the county line
Wrap around you like Kudzu vine
Thank God she's mine

Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
I got it bad, bad, bad
She's got the goods!
Awww, yahh

She's got a little bit of kick like homemade wine
Legs as long as the county line
Wrap around you like Kudzu vine
Thank God she's mine!

Sexy little voice, sweet little twang
Singin' them songs, shakin' that thang
Down here in the holler, she's hotter than Hollywood!
I got it bad, bad, bad
She's got the goods!
She's got the goods!