She got her smile on, dog'on nothing in the world's wrong Rolling down a country road She's my shotgun rider I'm the lucky dog beside her My lips are where her kisses go She loves when we go to the river and get in the water And buddy she is hotter than south Georgia in July Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her I got to kiss her and I got to hug her And brother she's mine all mine This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy We're in my old ford oh lord Holes in my floor board But she don't seem to mind We park in a hay field Fog up the windshield My kind of killing time She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit I am who I am and buddy she gets it I ain't got to change a thing And I don't know if it could get any better But man if it does then i reckon i better get to picking out a ring This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah, this ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah this ole boy Nobody but this ole boy This ole boy
She got her smile on, dog'on nothing in the world's wrong Rolling down a country road She's my shotgun rider I'm the lucky dog beside her My lips are where her kisses go She loves when we go to the river and get in the water And buddy she is hotter than south Georgia in July Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her I got to kiss her and I got to hug her And brother she's mine all mine This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy We're in my old ford oh lord Holes in my floor board But she don't seem to mind We park in a hay field Fog up the windshield My kind of killing time She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit I am who I am and buddy she gets it I ain't got to change a thing And I don't know if it could get any better But man if it does then i reckon i better get to picking out a ring This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah, this ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah this ole boy Nobody but this ole boy This ole boy
