She got her smile on, dog gone 
Nothing in the world's wrong
We're rolling down a country road
She's my shotgun rider
I'm the lucky dog beside her
My lips are where her kisses go

She loves when we go to the river and get in the water
And buddy, she's hotter than south Georgia in July
Man, when I'm with her
I can't get enough of her
I gotta kiss her and I gotta hug her
And brother, she's mine, all mine

This ole boy got it going on
I got the good Lord smiling on me
The big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
Got me buzzing like a bee
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
Nobody else gets to hold her
But this ole boy

We're in my old Ford
Oh, Lord, holes in my floorboard
But she don't seem to mind
We park in a hayfield
Fog up the windshield
My kind of killing time

She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit
I am who I am and buddy, she gets it
I ain't gotta change a thing
I don't know if it could get any better
But man, if it does, then I reckon I better
Get to picking out a ring

This ole boy got it going on
I got the good Lord smiling on me
The big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
Got me buzzing like a bee
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
Nobody else gets to hold her
But this ole boy

This ole boy got it going on
I got the good Lord smiling on me
Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine
Got me buzzing like a bee
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder
Nobody else gets to hold her
But this ole boy

Yeah, this ole boy
This truck driving, good timing, red dirt, road riding
South Georgia country boy, hey, hey, hey