Capo 2 

D, G, D, G

D                                           G
Well I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
D                                                       G
And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted-on cut-off jeans
D                             
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
     G
Do I really have to wear it all day?

(Yeah baby)

D                                      G
I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin'
D                                       G
Sayin' "Hey girl," but you know I ain't listenin'
D                                
Cause I got a name and to you it ain't
              G
pretty little thing, hottie or baby
                A                               G (STRUM ONCE)
It's driving me red red red red red red redneck crazy

          D     
Being the girl in a country song
           G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
               D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
             G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
   D
We used to get a little respect
          G
Now we're lucky if we even get
         A                                          G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
                                  D  G
And be the girl in a country song

      D                                          G
Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain't ever made me a dime
          D                                        G
And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
        D 
Tell me one more time you gotta get you some of that
          G                                            A
Sure I'll slide on over, but you're gonna get slapped  
                               G
These days it ain't easy being that…


D     
Girl in a country song
           G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
               D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
             G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
   D
We used to get a little respect
          G
Now we're lucky if we even get
         A                                          G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
                                  D  
And be the girl in a country song

G  D  G


Yep, yep, yep


(NO GUITAR)
Aw naw,

Conway and George Strait

Never did it this way

Back in the old days

Aw naw,

We ain't a cliche

That ain't no way

To treat a lady


       D(STRUM ONCE)   
Like a girl in a country song
           G
How in the world did it go so wrong?
               D
Like all we're good for is looking good for
             G
you and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
   D
We used to get a little respect
          G
Now we're lucky if we even get
         A                                          G
To climb up in the truck, keep our mouth shut, ride along
              A                                  G
Down some ol' dirt road we don't even want to be on
                                  D  
And be the girl in a country song

G, D, G, D

(Spoken)

Yeah baby

I ain't your tan legged Juliet

Can I put on some real clothes now?


Aw naw