"Pure Country" lyrics

There's that '94 red Ford beauty with a 4x4
Fully restored, pulling into my lane
George Strait, Shania Twain
Shaking up the window pains
AG tags on her Tennessee plates
Home team ball cap
Ponytail through the back
Faith in the Bible and the Almanac

She ain't Gucci or Prada, or Louis Vuitton, no
She's boots and jeans, and rolled-up sleeves
Ain't afraid of gettin' dirty or of punching in early
And when she gets flirty, oh Lord, have mercy on me
She ain't the watered-down version of nothin', she's as real as real can be
Yeah, she's pure country
Pure country

She's a roll down the windows, burning down a back road
Chain in the bed in case ya need a tow
She's a midnight swimming hole, home before the rooster crows
Next day plantin' that corn in rows
She's, "Yes sir," "Yes ma'am," dirt on her hands
Lord, I know I'm a lucky man

She ain't Gucci or Prada, or Louis Vuitton, no
She's boots and jeans, and rolled-up sleeves
Ain't afraid of gettin' dirty or of punching in early
And when she gets flirty, oh Lord have mercy on me
She ain't the watered-down version of nothin', she's as real as real can be
Yeah, she's pure country

She's a sixty-hour work week
She's some sour in her sweet tea
The down-home angel that I prayed for
And I thank God that she's with me

She ain't Gucci or Prada, or Louis Vuitton, no
She's boots and jeans, and rolled-up sleeves
Ain't afraid of gettin' dirty or of punching in early
And when she gets flirty, oh Lord, have mercy on me, on me
She ain't the watered-down version of nothin', she's as real as real can be
Yeah, she's pure country
She's pure country

That girl, she's pure country
Aw, yeah, she is
Aw, honey, let me take these boots off for you
Fixed you supper
Aw, come on