A Real Country Girl

[Intro]
Yeah
Turn that amp up
I know what I want

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a neon dress in the city lights
High heels scared of a little dirt at night
If she cringes when the mud hits her jeans
She ain’t the kind of woman meant for me

I want sunburned skin and a stubborn grin
A little wild streak runnin’ deep within
If she’s scared of work or breaking a nail
That ain’t love, that’s a wrong-turn trail

[Pre-Chorus]
If she don’t feel at home in the county lines
Then she’s wasting her time and mine

[Chorus]
I want a real country girl, yeah, dirt in her soul
Can skin a buck clean, tie a fishing line cold
Thought of getting dirty makes her smile real wide
Yeah, that’s my kind of ride-or-die
If she ain’t raised on grit, sweat, and truth
She ain’t the right woman for these boots
No, I don’t want the city world swirl
I want a real country girl

[Verse 2]
She don’t wear leather like Prada or Gucci
Louis Vuitton don’t mean nothin’ to me
It’s boots broke in from miles and miles
Belts with stories, saddles with style

She don’t need candles or five-star plates
Just a tailgate and a little patience
She’ll outwork most men before noon
Then crack a beer and laugh at the moon

[Pre-Chorus]
If she needs champagne to have a good time
She ain’t cut from this kind of line

[Chorus]
I want a real country girl, yeah, fire in her eyes
Knows when to gut a deer, when to let it ride
Hands ain’t afraid of grease or grime
Yeah, that’s my kind of shine
If she don’t love the sweat, the work, the grind
She won’t ever love a life like mine
No, I don’t want the city world swirl
I want a real country girl

[Bridge] (half-time, rebellious swagger)
Give me dirt road driveways, deer blinds at dawn
Cold morning breath till the coffee’s gone
Night skies heavy with a million stars
Radio loud, nowhere far

She don’t need fancy, don’t need fake
Just real as hell and wide awake
If that ain’t her, then it ain’t right
I’ll keep rollin’ on through the night

[Guitar Solo]
(gritty, fast, southern bite)

[Final Chorus]
I want a real country girl, born tough, raised free
Not chasing trends, just livin’ honestly
If she smiles when the work gets hard
Yeah, that’s the one that’s got my heart
If she don’t belong in this backwoods world
She ain’t the woman for me, girl
No compromise, no glittered pearls
I want a real country girl

[Outro]
Yeah, boots over brands
Stars over signs
If she ain’t country…
She ain’t mine

Loud, proud modern southern outlaw country-rock with hard guitar riffs, real country grit, and a high-energy gritty male