Colt Ford Chicken & Biscuits
Lord of mercy here she comes
Behind the wheel of a pickup truck
Mud slingin', she's singin', country girl just doin' her thing and,
ain't nothing like my backwoods baby
drive a tractor, drive me crazy
likes huntin', loves fishin', and she can hold her own in the kitchen,
and by the way boys, did I mention
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heeled shoes,
But she'd rather wear cowboy boots,
Cut off jeans and a baseball hat,
Them city girls cant do it like that,
Off the chain on Friday night
Dancing and drinkin', ain't scared to fight,
But Sunday mornin' comes rollin' round,
Singin' in the choir is where she's found
Ya'll I'm so proud, cause there ain't no doubt
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you close
(Oh)
There's something that you need to know
(Hey)
When it comes to loving you
(Oh)
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
(Wooo)
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
