She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck

She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough

And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress

Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets



I might get her on the lake to fish with me

If the water's smooth and the sky is blue with a nice, cool breeze

But anything we catch, I'll have to clean myself

'Cause I'm about as country as she gets

She'll slip off a pair of heels

Walk barefoot across the field

Climb up on a fence just to be near me

Sometimes I think that horse still scares her half-to-death

Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets

She likes bein' within spendin' distance of a mall

Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call

Put her in a crowd and she's right in her element

Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets



But she'll slip out on the porch sometimes

When that sun's low in the sky

Pull up a rockin' chair just to be with me

Until that first big June bug buzzes by her head

See I'm about as country as she gets

Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets



She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck