(Baby, I swear, you're the shell in my shotgun)
Girl you're my sunshine
The good in my time
The reason I write a song
So I can put you in my rhyme
You're my feelin' good
You're my lookin' fine
You're the first taste of some fresh made apple pie
You're my sweet lady
You drive me redneck crazy
My favorite million made is country fried steak and gravy
I ain't gonna lie and try to make this up;
You're the first girl I let drive my truck because
Baby, I swear, you're the shell in my shotgun
The first swallow of a beer when I pop one
A double wide way back in the woods
And my four by four when the muddin' gets good
Girl, you're my NASCAR
My college football
My best bird dog
My lucky duck call
Like Waylon and Willy, you get me singin' along
You're my redneck country song