Thank God for Country Girls

Sunrise breaking on a dusty road,

Morning dew on boots that know the load.

She’s out there early, feeding the herd,

Humming soft tunes like a meadow bird.

Hands worn tough but her heart stays kind,

A rare sort of grace that’s hard to find.

Thank God for country girls,

With their hearts of gold and hair that curls.

They hold the line, they heal the land,

With a quiet strength and a steady hand.

Oh, thank God for country girls,

They’re the diamonds of this rugged world.

She’ll dance barefoot in the summer rain,

Laugh through joy and work through pain.

In her eyes, the sky’s a deeper blue,

And every prayer she whispers feels brand new.

She’s the warmth of home, the light that shines,

A melody that lingers through the pines.

She don’t need silver, she don’t need gold,

Her love’s the richest story told.

Thank God for country girls,

With their hearts of gold and hair that curls.

They hold the line, they heal the land,

With a quiet strength and a steady hand.

Oh, thank God for country girls,

They’re the diamonds of this rugged world.

Through fields of clover, she makes her way,

Turning hard work into brighter days.

Her laughter echoes, sweet and free,

A song of hope in harmony.