Country Girl
She's just a plain
good old country girl
never complains a lot
doesn't ask you to buy her the world
riches silver or gold
just wants to be loved
a gift that cannot be sold
such a sweet and loving heart..
Smooth talking southern drawl
words spoken peaches sweet
down home girl sexy swing and all
countrified and country fed...
When I first met her
my soul took shape some song
her energy playing master violin
a tune so pure and so strong..
My lady wears perfume from her bower
so lovely inside and beautiful within
country girl the dreamier flower
my soul in rapture above all earthly sin..
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Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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