Show Me The Country

Walker Hayes

Compositor: Dylan Guthro / Josh Miller / Walker Hayes

Ayy!
Gold legs in my Silverado
Gimme a kiss and I'ma give you the title
Super Walmart
Super model, yoo-hoo
And I ain't talking 'bout the bottle, nah
A little crop-top crimson pride
Make a tiger wanna roll tide (roll tide)
Even bo knows, baby
Come on bo, don't lie
(Sing it to me now)

Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick shania twang (twang)
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing (woo!)
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country

Damn, love the way you say: Hey, y'all (hey, y'all)
Kinda red that you can't Olay off
In them jeans (them jeans), I mean (I mean)
Just wanna get them thangs George strait off
Ooh, I ain't never seen southern scoop (scoop)
Like you-oo-oo in them boots
Girl, I thought this bar was no smoking
Said, I'ma just keep do-si-do-ing

Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania twang (twang)
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing (woo!)
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country

(That smile)
That smile
Make the west wish it was that wild
Like you just walked out off my radio dial
My jam, hot damn, yes, ma'am
(Ayy)

Sang it to me, shawty, witcha thick Shania twang (twang)
Lean back in it like a chain-link swing (woo!)
Ayy, show me the country
Drop it like that tailgate, like I'm 'bout to do on one knee (now, now)
Shake it like mama's fried chicken on Sunday
Ayy, show me the country

Ayy, show me the country