She hates going anywhere in my old truck

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

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

Anything we catch I'll have to clean myself

Cause I'm about as country as she gets

But she'll slip off a pair of heels

Walk barefoot across the field

Climb up on the fence just to be near me

Sometimes I think a horse still scares her half to death

I'm about as country as she gets

She likes being within spending distance of the mall

And having enough bars to make a cell phone call

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

I'm about as country as she gets

She'll slip out on the porch sometimes

When that sun's low in the sky

Pull up a rocking chair just to be with me

Until that first big junebug buzzes by her head

You 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