"So Clean" lyrics
Lookin' good in the woods
Haha yeah, that's right
George Strait bumping on the 6 by 9's
Got Copenhagen rings in his old Levi's'
that southern draw make a broad draw fall
Off, Lord I hope law dogs getting called off
'Cause your boy stay buzzing on the bourbon and coke
So while you learning the curves
Hey bitch I'm ready to go
Put a buck in the scope, Beretta do all the rest
How can a hell of a fella do any better than best?
Got a simple man's plan that's all he really wanted
With a pecan tan he's hotter than a sauna
And I know you see the dimples in his crooked little smile
On a cardboard sign in your tractor supply
He so cool like a buried Bud Light at the bottom of an igloo cooler on ice
So smooth like a baby's fat ass
Flour in the bag, gravy on the mash
Oh when he step off in the light
Everybody say that the country boy fly
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
Hank Jr. in the tape deck
Bumping like a base head
He on the way to grab n go to cash a paycheck
Good up in the hood man throwing up the same set
He would stay and chill but he gon' take a rain check
If you scared you can stay up on the day bed
He in and out and get it get it like he K fed
Just sit back and watch it yeah kinda like a train wreck
Just get out his way man that'll be your safe bet
Setting off the bar son and he ain't even sang yet
Got em all bouncing like they was up in bank head
Brushing off them haters I guess you can call him Rain X
If you missed it you should take a listen to what they said
He so cool like a buried Bud Light at the bottom of an igloo cooler on ice
So smooth like a baby's fat ass
Flour in the bag, gravy on the mash
Oh when he step off in the light
Everybody say that the country boy fly
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
Haha yeah, that's right
George Strait bumping on the 6 by 9's
Got Copenhagen rings in his old Levi's'
that southern draw make a broad draw fall
Off, Lord I hope law dogs getting called off
'Cause your boy stay buzzing on the bourbon and coke
So while you learning the curves
Hey bitch I'm ready to go
Put a buck in the scope, Beretta do all the rest
How can a hell of a fella do any better than best?
Got a simple man's plan that's all he really wanted
With a pecan tan he's hotter than a sauna
And I know you see the dimples in his crooked little smile
On a cardboard sign in your tractor supply
He so cool like a buried Bud Light at the bottom of an igloo cooler on ice
So smooth like a baby's fat ass
Flour in the bag, gravy on the mash
Oh when he step off in the light
Everybody say that the country boy fly
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
Hank Jr. in the tape deck
Bumping like a base head
He on the way to grab n go to cash a paycheck
Good up in the hood man throwing up the same set
He would stay and chill but he gon' take a rain check
If you scared you can stay up on the day bed
He in and out and get it get it like he K fed
Just sit back and watch it yeah kinda like a train wreck
Just get out his way man that'll be your safe bet
Setting off the bar son and he ain't even sang yet
Got em all bouncing like they was up in bank head
Brushing off them haters I guess you can call him Rain X
If you missed it you should take a listen to what they said
He so cool like a buried Bud Light at the bottom of an igloo cooler on ice
So smooth like a baby's fat ass
Flour in the bag, gravy on the mash
Oh when he step off in the light
Everybody say that the country boy fly
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
Dirt on the shirt, holes in his jeans
Son you ain't never seen a country boy so damn clean
