The Real Deal

Long blonde hair, even longer legs Just the thought of her takes my breath

A cold one pressed against her lips, big belt buckle sittin' right between her hips

That ain't a spray tan on her skin She could only be hotter if she had a twin

She's a real deal woman with a southern drawl Pistol tattoo and overalls

Talks the talk and walks the walk Not your everyday plastic Barbie doll

Likes four-wheel drives, eight-second rides I'd like to spin her wheels

She's the real deal

She's like a bad itch that you can't scratch Gets under my skin and that's a fact

Saddles up every Friday night She rides to live and lives to ride

She'll dance all night on a dropped tail gate She'll hunt you down like a rattlesnake