Album: Promo Only: Country Radio, June 2006
Hey, kinda like that banjo
Crank that stuff up a little
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
The way she looks, the way she walks;
That southern twang; that dirty talk
Rides Harley's, reads Vogue
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious
She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin' over bikinis
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious
She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen
Mouthwaterin',
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen
(Ah, ) (Ooh)
She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin',
Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin'
You got a mansion, you drive a vet
You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed
She like deer stands, beer cans,
Baits are on the hook when she fishes:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious
Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe