Girls ain't lookin' for a high-dollar steak
They're lookin' for a longneck on a tailgate
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
They ain't lookin' for a yacht on the south of France day
They're lookin' for a boogie board out on the lake
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
It ain't a golf pro or a football type
It's an '87 Chevy with a three-flag flyin'
Like a one, two, three, baby, poppin' a top
Risky business slidin' across the floor in his socks
A badass truck and a Bocephus song
A fist-fightin' boy who rights his own wrongs
And knows who he is with some dirt on his hands
Ain't livin' for a like on Instagram
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
It ain't prancin' around in Yves Saint Laurent
It's cowboy boots and a honkytonk
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
It ain't a three-piece suit and a five-year plan
It's a cutoff shirt with a farmer's tan
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
Wanna take her to church, wanna take her to bed
Give her one good shoulder to lay her head
Like a one, two, three, baby, poppin' a top
Risky business slidin' across the floor in his socks
A badass truck and a Bocephus song
A fist-fightin' boy who rights his own wrongs
And knows who he is with some dirt on his hands
Ain't livin' for a like on Instagram
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man, alright
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Now if the whole world ends, he's got a gameplan
It's a hand-me-down rifle and some corn he can plant
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
Like a one, two, three, baby, poppin' a top
Risky business slidin' across the floor in his socks
A badass truck and a Bocephus song
A fist-fightin' boy who rights his own wrongs
And knows who he is with some dirt on his hands
Ain't livin' for a like on Instagram
Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man
I said, "Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man"
I said, "Every country girl wants a rowdy, gentle man"
That's right