"Country Curves" lyrics

Hot damn take a look at her
Country boys like them country country curves

Fish tailing through a mud hole
Crank up the radio
Music blaring tearing down the back road
And hollering hang on
Pop the clutch and let's go

Whoa whoa
Ride with me
Whoa whoa
All ya thrill billies
Whoa whoa
That's where you'll find me
That old gravel road long and winding

Let's roll rubber spittin' dirt
Hammering down round 'em country curves
Back roads ride 'em till you swerve
Country boys love them country country curves

She's a full body Dixie queen
A fine figurine
She'll have you staring how she wearing them blue jeans
Got the fellas yelling, hell yeah
Shake it down now do your thing

Whoa whoa
Dance with me
Whoa whoa
Aww, pretty baby
Whoa whoa
Ready now steady now
Fellas now, come on

Hot damn, take a look at her
She work, she working them country curves
Get down grind for me, girl
Country boys love them country country curves

(Ain't nothing like hitting that dirt
Hammerin' down round 'em country curves
Ain't nothing like a southern girl
With them homegrown country curves
Ain't nothing like hitting that dirt
Hammerin' down round 'em country curves
Ain't nothing like a southern girl
With them sweet sexy country curves)

Lets roll, rubber spittin' dirt
Hammering down round 'em country curves
Back roads ride 'em till you swerve
Country boys love them country curves

Hot damn, take a look at her
She work, she working them country curves
Get down grind for me, girl
Country boys love them country country curves

Hey ey, ho oh oh
(Country boys love them country curves)
Hey ey, ho oh oh
Country boys love them country country curves