Lyrics
CHORUS
(But) (Yeah) She’s a lover, she’s a fighter
She’s a (good old) wild-bull rider
She’s tough as leather; well put together
She’s Southern bred, and she’s cornbread fed
But most of all she’s mine
VERSE
People want to tell you what to say and do
They even want to tell you how to be you
But even worse — it’s a curse
They even want to tell you that she’s not good enough
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VERSE
Now I no longer care what the people say
’Cause I’m so tired of tryin’ to do things their way
Now all I want is what I’ve got
’Cause, to me, what I’ve got is a helluva lot
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RIDE
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TAG
But most of all she’s mine
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
© 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
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