Craig Morgan - This Ole Boy Lyrics

She got her smile on, doggone, 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's 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 hayfield
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 doesn't 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

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
This ole boy