"Country Mess" lyrics

Here we go!
I'm from Moville, Iowa
Population 1600, plus 100 miles of corn
I ride horses, play my guitar
Country cool, gotta pond for a pool
Tell me who you are
Got mud on my jeans, dust on my boots
But I know how to play dress up too
Uh-huh

Yeah, what you see is what you get
Boy blow out your candles make a wish
Won't apologize for none of this
I'm from the sticks
I was corn fed raised on truth
I'm no saint, but I ain't no fool
My middle name is free, you can't handle me
I'm a country mess

I go to Sunday school cause I have to
But I'd rather be out where God is, if you know what I mean?
Can't do nothing with my hair
Don't wanna do nothing with no boys
Heck, I'm only 13!
Now, I may never be the rodeo queen at the Woodbury County Fair
But I was born in these jeans on this big ole stage
Ya'll get up off your chair!

Cause what you see is what you get
Boy blow out your candles make a wish
Won't apologize for none of this
I'm from the sticks
I was corn fed raised on truth
I'm no saint, but I ain't no fool
My middle name is free, you can't handle me
I'm a country mess
Hey!
Cause what you see is what you get
Boy blow out your candles make a wish
Won't apologize for none of this
I'm from the sticks
I was corn fed, raised on truth
I'm no saint, but I ain't no fool
My middle name is free, ya'll can't handle me
I'm a country mess, country mess