Craig Morgan - This Ole Boy Lyrics
Songwriters: Akins, Rhett; Davidson, Dallas; Hayslip, BenShe got her smile onDog gone, nothin' in the world's wrongWe're rollin' down a country roadShe's my shotgun riderI'm the lucky dog beside herMy lips are where her kisses goShe loves when we go to the riverAnd get in the waterAnd buddy, she's hotter than south Georgia in JulyMan, when I'm with her, I can't get enough of herI gotta kiss her, and I gotta hug herAnd brother, she's mine all mineThis ole boy got it goin' onGot the good Lord smilin' on meHer big blue eyes and the sweet red wineGot me buzzin' like a beeShe's got her pretty little head on my shoulderNobody else gets to hold herBut this ole boyWe're in my old FordOh, Lord, holes in my floorboardBut she don't seem to mindWe park in a hayfieldFog up the windshieldMy kind of killin' timeShe sweetens my tea and butters my biscuitI am who I am, and buddy, she gets itI ain't gotta change a thing I don't know if it could get any betterBut man, if it does, then I reckon I betterGet to pickin' out a ringThis ole boy got it goin' onGot the good Lord smilin' on meHer big blue eyes and the sweet red wineGot me buzzin' like a beeShe's got her pretty little head on my shoulderNobody else gets to hold herBut this ole boyYeah, this ole boy got it goin' onGot the good Lord smilin' on meHer big blue eyes and the sweet red wineGot me buzzin' like a beeShe's got her pretty little head on my shoulderNobody else gets to hold herBut this ole boyYeah, this ole boyNobody but this ole boyThis ole boy