Craig Morgan - This Ole Boy Lyrics

She got her smile on,
Dog'on nothing in the world's wrong,
We're rolling down a country road,
She's my shotgun rider,
I'm the lucky dog beside her,
My lips are where her kisses go,
She loves when we go to the river and get in the water,
And buddy she is hotter than south Georgia in July,
Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her,
I got to kiss her and I got to hug her
and brother she's mine all mine,

This ole boy got it going on,
Got the good lord smiling on me,
Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine,
Got me buzzin like a bee,
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder,
Nobody else get's to hold her but this ole boy,

We're in my old ford oh lord,
Holes in my floor board,
But she don't seem to mind,
We park in a hay field,
Fog up the windshield,
My kind of killing time,
She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit,
I am who I am and buddy she gets it,
I ain't got to change a thing,
And I don't know if it could get any better but man if it does then I reckon I better get to picking out a ring,

This ole boy got it going on,
Got the good lord smiling on me,
Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine,
Got me buzzin like a bee,
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder,
Nobody else get's to hold her but this ole boy,

Yeah, this ole boy got it going on,
Got the good lord smiling on me,
Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine,
Got me buzzin like a bee,
She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder,
Nobody else get's to hold her but this ole boy,

Yeah this ole boy
Nobody but this ole boy
Yeah this ole boy