Yeah, she blew through the door like T N T, put her hand on her hip, point ed her fin ger at me.

Said, “I’m a whisk ey drink in’ cow boy chas in’ hell of a time.

I like Ken ny, Keith, Al an and Pat sy Cline.

I’m a (C)full grown queen bee loo kin’ for hon ey.

(G)Ah ooh, ooh, now pay some thin coun try.” Ha!

The band took a break, the D.

J.

play in’ P.

Did dy.

She said, “I didn’t come here to hear some thing thum pin’ from the ci ty.” Said, “I, I shaved my legs,

I spent my mon ey.

(G)Ah ooh, ooh, now play some thin count ry.

Ah ooh, ooh, y’all play some thin coun try.”

Crank up the band, play the steel gui tar.

(G5)Hank it up a lit tle, let’s (G)rock this bar.

Threw back a shot, yelled “I’m a George Strait jun kie!

(G)Ah ooh, ooh, now play some thin’ count ry.” “Ah ooh, ooh, y’all play some thin’ coun try.” Ha!

Well, bar ten der yelled the “Yall, it’s clos in’ in’ time.” dy.

She got this wild look on her face said, “Your truck pin’ or mine?” ci said, “I a place down the road,

it’s kind a fun ky.

(G)Ah ooh, ooh, way out in the count ry.

Ah ooh, ooh, now play some thin‘ coun try.”

Crank up the band, play the steel gui tar.

(G5)Hank it up a lit tle, let’s (G)rock this bar.

Threw back a shot, yelled “I’m a George Strait jun kie!

(G)Ah ooh, ooh, now play some thin’ count ry.” “Ah ooh, ooh, y’all play some thin’ coun try.” Ha!

Well, bar