I ain't the kind of girl you're used to
No heels, just bell-bottoms and boots
So Lord, if you love me, you'll keep digging
On these down-home country roots
'Cause I'm just the way my mama made me
Ain't no one could ever change me
I need a man, but baby, is that you?

I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl
Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws
If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe
I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA

She ain't no stranger to a jail cell
'Cause this barnyard belle ain't scared to fight
All my ex-lovers swear I'm batshit crazy
At least one of them is probably right
You know you wanna see me pushing strollers
Cooking cobblers with my hair in rollers
Say you want forever, but can you make it through the night?

I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl
Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws
If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe
I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA

I'm a good girl with a pretty pink pistol, tight jeans with a southern drawl
Dive bar, throwing back a whiskey, making all the cowboys drop their jaws
If you think that you can hold me, well, buckle up, babe
I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA

I'm the hickest woman in the whole, whole, whole USA