Words and music ryder, shemwell
rock n rollin country girl


I´m just a red white n blue blooded
rockin rollin country girl...


So you don´t have a girl that looks like paris in the summer time
I shoot guns n fish n box n---talk a little trash
I drink bombers n beer n wine, n like to have a real good time

down at happy hour with my biker friends

I´m just a red white n blue blooded rockin' rollin' country girl

I ain´t a hurtin' no one spreadin' music all over the world
some call me a wild child
I´m just a hangin' with my rowdy friends n that´s our style

I´m just a red white n blue blooded rockin' rollin' country girl

I like baseball, apple pie n chevrolets

tricked out trucks
n harley rides
I see folks whisper thangs about my wild ways (right in front of me)

well they can kiss my $$# n go fly a kite

[Bridge]


I ain´t perfect by any means
can´t squeak by as a 10

I rip through my lean quizine
eatin' kung pow chicken with my friends
(na na na na na na na na nah-think cheap trick)

no warrenties no guarantees
but babe you get all this
I´m more than what you bargened for

you can taste it, in my kiss...

I´m just a red white n blue blooded

rockin' rollin' country girl
I ain´t a hurtin' no one
spreadin' music all over the world

some call me a wild child
I´m just hangin with my rowdy friends and that´s our style
I´m just a red white n blue blooded

rockin' rollin' country girl
that´s right...


I´m just a red white n blue blooded
rockin' rollin' country girl