Walker Hayes - Show Me The Country Lyrics

Aye
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 (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
Aye, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Aye, show me the country

Damn, love the way you say, "Hey, y'all" (hey, y'all)
Kinda red that you can't olay off
In them jeans (them jeans), I mean (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
Aye, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Aye, 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

Aye, sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania Twang
Lean back in it like a chain link swing
Aye show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Aye, show me the country

Aye, show me the country