This Ole Boy

She got her smile on, dog'on nothing in the world's wrong

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 gets 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 gotta change a thing

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 gets 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 gets to hold her

But this ole boy

Yeah this ole boy

Nobody but this ole boy

This ole boy