Down in Texas where the skies are wide,
And the stars and stripes still wave with pride,
She pulled up in a lifted Chevy,
Daisy Dukes and top so heavy.
She got a heart like the 4th of July,
Fireworks flashin’ when she walks by,
Apple pie sweet, but Lord have mercy,
That tank top screamin’ like a bald eagle thirsty!
Big tits and America, land of the free,
God bless the curves and the good ol’ country.
Tailgates down, and the beer runs cold,
She’s the kind of girl you bring home and hold.
From the cornfields out to Tennessee,
Ain’t nothin’ more proud than them double D’s.
Raise your glass, let the freedom ring,
Big tits and America — that’s my kinda dream!
Boots on the porch and a flag on the pole,
She got that red lipstick and a rodeo soul.
She don’t need no Hollywood gloss,
She got stars on her chest and a country boss.
Backroads love with a bonfire glow,
Got a John Deere buzz and a whole lotta show,
When she leans in with them front-seat hugs,
It’s like gettin’ tackled by freedom and love.
Big tits and America, land of the free,
God bless the curves and the good ol’ country.
Tailgates down, and the beer runs cold,
She’s the kind of girl you bring home and hold.
From the cornfields out to Tennessee,
Ain’t nothin’ more proud than them double D’s.
Raise your glass, let the freedom ring,
Big tits and America — that’s my kinda dream!
She ain’t fake, she just built this way,
Country strong with a sweet ‘hey babe.’
She’s the reason I stand with pride,
Every time that flag flies high.
Big tits and America, let freedom shine,
Stars on her shirt and a buzz on mine.
No shame in lovin’ what God done made,
From her southern drawl to her sweet parades.
Fireworks fly when she looks at me,
Like an anthem sung in the key of D.
Big tits and America —
Now that’s home of the brave and land of the free!
