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Yeah you can see the girl comin' From a mile away She's got her big wheels turnin' She's got Oklahoma plates She's got her sun roof up She's got her windows rolled down And you oughta feel the ground shakin' When she comes to town Yeah I'm in love with the girl in the four-wheel drive Chrome steel bumpers and red step side She has a large time in her large machine Man I wonder how she gets up in that thing It casts a big shadow sittin' in the sun She's got it revved up rockin' ready to run And someday soon I'm gonna climb right up And take a little ride in her big ol' truck She's got bucket seats fully customized In your wildest dreams painted on the side It was built to run, she was built to show She's got a Haggard hit playin' on her stereo (chorusx2) Ten feet tall, ten feet wide It's a big ol' truck Here she comes again man ~Toby Keith Copenhagen Angel she rolls her own cigarettes with the work of just one hand she acts mean and she cusses i know she wish she were a man she got her teeth knocked out by a buckin horse and when i told her that it made her look tough she just grinned and said i like it that way and then she loaded up her lip with snuff shes my snouse queen shes my copenhagen angel shes my beach-nut bunnie shes my red fox brush-o she can ride a bare-back horse and she can really hook it to a bull she never misses her sattle bronc out and then she rides it like a spir in food she team ropes with the best of them ties a calf in 9.3 she dogs tears just for fun to make a fool outta you and me well, shes my snouse queen shes my copenhagen angel shes my beach-nut bunnie shes my red fox brush-o a buck a polisher shes dangs her not cause she wins her own in all the tough spots chasin' cowboys just ain't her style but winnin the prize money that makes her smile shes got a plug, in both her cheeks shesa got cpenhagen in her lip shes gotta roll your own between her teeth and i've never ever seen her spit shes my snouse queen shes my copenhagen angel shes my beach-nut bunnie shes my red fox brush-o ~Chris Ledoux	There's a hundred years of history and a hundred before that All gathered in the thinkin' Goin' on beneath this hat. The cold flame burns within him 'Til his skin's as cold as ice And the dues he paid to get here Are worth every sacrifice. All the miles spend sleepy drivin' All the money down the drain, All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's,' All the bandages and pain, All the female tears left dryin', All the fever and the fight Are just a small down payment On the ride he makes tonight. It's guts and love and glory, One mortal's chance at fame. His legacy is rodeo And cowboy is his name. ©Baxter Black	Redneck girl likes to cruise in daddy's pickup truck, And a redneck girl plays hard when she's down on her luck, Living for Friday afternoon, She's gonna show one ol' boy that weekend moon. And I pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl A redneck girl likes to stay out all night long She makes sweet rock and roll while she listens to the country songs She's waiting for that moment of surrender her hands are callused but her heart is tender And i pray that someday I will find me a redneck girl Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl Gimme a gimme a gimme a redneck girl Gimme a gimme a gimme a redneck girl Redneck girl got her name on the back of her belt She's got a kiss on her lips for her man and no one else The Coyote is howling out on the prairie First comes love, then comes marriage! And i pray that someday i will find me a redneck girl Gimme a, gimme a, gimme a redneck girl ~Bellamy Brothers Well, I aint never been the Barbie doll type. No, I can't swig that sweet champagne: I'd rather drink beer all night, In a tavern or in a honky tonk. I want a four-wheel drive tailgate. I've got posters on my wall of Skynrd, Kid and Strait. Some people look down on me, But I don't give a rip. I stand bare-footed in my own front yard, With a baby in on my hip. 'Cause I'm redneck woman, an' I aint no high class broad. I'm just a product of my raisin': I say: "Hey y'all" and "Yee Haw!" An' I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long. And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song. So here's to all my sisters, out there, keeping it country. Let me get a big "Hell, Yeah" from the redneck girls like me: Hell, Yeah. (Hell, Yeah.) "Victoria's Secret", well, their stuff's real nice. Oh, but I can buy the same damn thing, On a Wal-Mart shelf, half price. And still look sexy, (Sexy.) Just as sexy, As those models on TV. No, I don't need no designer tag, To make my men want me. You might think I'm trashy: A little too hard core. But in my neck of the woods, I'm just the girl next door.  (chorusx2) ~ Gretchen Wilson
	"Round and round and round she goes where she stops nobody knows but the days are gettin longer the nights the never end Old rodeos and livestock shows Keep the lady on the go. Lord, she loves to run those barrels, And it's the only life she knows."

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