Lyrics Show Me The Country – Walker Hayes
Gold legs in my Silverado
Gimme a kiss and I’ma give you the title
Super Walmart
Super model, yoo-hoo
And I ain’t talking ’bout the bottle, nah
A little crop-top crimson pride
Make a tiger wanna roll tide
Even Bo knows, baby
Come on Bo, don’t lie
Sing it to me now
Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania Twang
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I’m ’bout to do on one knee
Shake it like Mama’s fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country
Damn, love the way you say, Hey, y’all
Kinda red that you can’t olay off
In them jeans, I mean
Just wanna get them thangs George Strait off
Ooh, I ain’t never seen Southern scoop
Like you-oo-oo in them boots
Girl, I thought this bar was no smoking
Said, I’ma just keep do-si-do-ing
Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania Twang
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I’m ’bout to do on one knee
Shake it like Mama’s fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country
That smile
Make the West wish it was that wild
Like you just walked out off my radio dial
My jam, hot damn, yes, ma’am
Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania Twang
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I’m ’bout to do on one knee
Shake it like Mama’s fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country
Ayy, show me the country…
