She can parallel park a pick-up truck
Unload the shells from a twelve gait shot-gun
Catch a little dinner on the side of the river banks
She can pop the hood when the light turns on
Get it running good when it’s running wrong
Cut the grass, catch a backyard touchdown pass
Oh, she can start a little fire when the sun goes down
That’s my girl with my t-shirt on
Singing every word to all my favorite songs
Yeah, she’s got the windows rolled down the radio up
She’s got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck
She can hold her own in this big old world
That’s my girl
She paints her nails red like she paints this town
She’s one of the guys when we go out
Turning every boys head with her tan legs on the dance floor
Oh but it don’t bother me one bit
No cuz I know who she’s coming home with
That’s my girl with my t-shirt on
Singing every word to all my favorite songs
Yeah, she’s got the windows rolled down the radio up
She’s got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck
She can hold her own in this big old world
That’s my girl, yeah
That’s my girl with my t-shirt on
Singing every word to all my favorite songs
Yeah, she’s got the windows rolled down the radio up
She’s got her little bare feet hanging out
That’s my girl with my t-shirt on
Singing every word to all my favorite songs
Yeah, she’s got the windows rolled down the radio up
She’s got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck
She can hold her own in this big old world
I said she can hold her own in this big old world
That’s my girl, yeah, that’s my girl
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