I could tell she was a hot rod when she walked in all alone Made a pit stop at the front bar, in a puff of smoke was gone I followed her smell of perfume, cause she was too far out of sight Tried to catch up but the girl was running one hell of a race tonight
She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeans She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine
There's a guy on every corner, watching her make the bend Hoping he'll be the next one to take her for a spin She's not the kind that can be hot wired with money or romance Got a body for pleasure, but all she wants to do is dance
She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeans She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine
She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine
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