Out in the sticks,
She drove the John Deere at six…
Helped her Daddy feed
And milk the cows…
Her boots still track red clay,
She grew up that way…
But you should see her now…

She’s straight up Country,
Drinks like she’s thirsty…
If you want the real deal
Son she’s well equipped…
Don’t waste her sweet time
With stupid pickup lines…
Just tell her she’s fine…
She’s straight up Country…

In cutoff Levi’s,
She’s a sight for sore eyes…
But farmin’ Southern dirt’s her claim to fame…
She sports a smooth drawl
She’s a shark in pool halls…
Only take her on, if you got game…

She’s straight up Country,
Drinks like she’s thirsty…
If you want the real deal
Son she’s well equipped…
Don’t waste her sweet time
With stupid pickup lines…
Just tell her she’s fine…
She’s straight up Country…

(Musical interlude)

She’s straight Country,
I gotta little cash flow,
Together we could sit and watch the corn grow…
I’d think I died and went to heaven…
Just to see her smilin in my Stetson…

She’s straight up Country,
Drinks like she’s thirsty…
I need the real deal
And she’s my kinda trip…
Won’t waste her sweet time
With stupid pickup lines…
I’ll tell her she’s fine…
She’s straight up Country…
Straight Country…
Straight up Country…
I’m straight up Country like her…
Out in the sticks…
She drove the John Deere at six…
That’s how she got to be…
Straight up Country…