This Ole Boy

　　This Ole Boy-Craig Morgan

　　She got her smile on

　　Dog gone, nothin' in the world's wrong

　　We're rollin' down a country road

　　She's my shotgun rider

　　I'm the lucky dog beside her

　　My lips are where her kisses go

　　She loves when we go to the river

　　And get in the water

　　And buddy, she's hotter than south Georgia in July

　　Man, when I'm with her,

　　I can't get enough of her

　　I gotta kiss her, and I gotta hug her

　　And brother, she's mine all mine

　　This ole boy got it goin' on

　　Got the good Lord smilin' on me

　　Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

　　Got me buzzin' like a bee

　　She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

　　Nobody else gets to hold her

　　But this ole boy

　　We're in my old Ford

　　Oh, Lord, holes in my floorboard

　　But she don't seem to mind

　　We park in a hayfield

　　Fog up the windshield

　　My kind of killin' time

　　She sweetens my tea and butters my biscuit

　　I am who I am, and buddy, she gets it

　　I ain't gotta change a thing

　　I don't know if it could get any better

　　But man, if it does, then I reckon I better

　　Get to pickin' out a ring

　　This ole boy got it goin' on

　　Got the good Lord smilin' on me

　　Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

　　Got me buzzin' like a bee

　　She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

　　Nobody else gets to hold her

　　But this ole boy

　　Yeah, this ole boy got it goin' on

　　Got the good Lord smilin' on me

　　Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine

　　Got me buzzin' like a bee

　　She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder

　　Nobody else gets to hold her

　　But this ole boy

　　Yeah, this ole boy

　　Nobody but this ole boy

　　This ole boy