If you ask me how my day was, I'd say, "Fine"
Or what kinda beer I like to drink, I'd say, "Any kind"
Good old boys like me, we don't say much
Yeah, I'm more the strong and silent type
Yeah, but she comes up
And then I'm like
She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country
She likes to dance, but only when she drinks
Her eyes give the sky a run for its money
And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee
She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home
She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on
Talking your ear off, but if I'm not talking 'bout her
Mmm, I'm a man of few words
I'm a pick it up, what you want, phone call, four minutes tops
Standing 'round a truck bed, crack a beer, take a sip and nod
Unless you're talking 'bout the girl I love
Then you can't shut me up
I'm like
She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country
She likes to dance, but only when she drinks
Her eyes give the sky a run for its money
And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee
She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home
She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on
Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her
Yeah, I'm a man of few words
Yeah, I'm a man of few words
Well, good old boys like me, we don't say much (don't say much)
I'm more the strong and silent type
Yeah, but she comes up
She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country
She likes to dance, but only when she drinks
Her eyes give the sky a run for its money
Make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee
She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home
She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on
Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her
I'm a man of few words
Yeah, I'm a man of few words
Oh, yeah