Working Like a Doggone Queen

Up at five, mud on my tires

She’s already out, kickin’ that fire

Ball cap low, braid hangin’ long

Steel-toe boots and a get-it-done jaw

Dust on her jeans, sun on her neck

Punchin’ that clock, cashin’ them checks

Slingin’ that hay, holdin’ that line

Oil on her hands, still lookin’ like prime

She’s a country girl, workin’ like a dog

Hands in the dirt, heart in the hog pen fog

Sweat on her brow, still singin’ along

To every backroad hymn, every “that’s my song”

She don’t break, she don’t quit, she just clocks and jogs

Yeah, that country girl, workin’ like a dog

Late shift done, but she ain’t slowin’

Truck bed stacked, farmer’s tan glowin’

Stops by the creek, cooler in the back

Laugh like honey, attitude like smack (hey!)

Might two-step right in the gravel

Boots keep time while the problems unravel

Monday’s comin’, she just grins

Says, “Load it on me, I was built for this”

She’s a country girl, workin’ like a dog

Hands in the dirt, heart in the hog pen fog

Sweat on her brow, still singin’ along

To every backroad hymn, every “that’s my song”

She don’t break, she don’t quit, she just clocks and jogs

Yeah, that country girl, workin’ like a dog

Who needs a crown when you got that grit?

Who needs luck when you grind like this?

All that weight sittin’ on her shoulders

She just shrugs, says, “Pile it on colder”

She’s a country girl, workin’ like a dog

Hands in the dirt, heart in the hog pen fog

Sweat on her brow, still singin’ along

To every backroad hymn, every “that’s my song”

She don’t break, she don’t quit, she just clocks and jogs

Yeah, that country girl, workin’ like a dog (oh)

That country girl, workin’ like a dog