She's a high-dollar raised up White collar One of those Dolche and Gabanna Kind of girls She's got her daddy's money She aint never lived in the country She's and uptown ball gown kind of girl But there's somethin about the country That she loves She dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She like boots and jeans and the way I say hey yall Our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la Yeah she drives a brand new mercedes But shes been thinkin bout tradin For a jacked up chevy on mickey-ts Yeah her daddy thinks she crazy He just cant believe his baby Has fallen for a poor country boy like me Oh, but she dont give a damn about the money She dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She likes boots and jeans and the way i say hey yall Our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it She likes the country boy in me But every friday night we go ridin in my truck She likes to take the dirt road Play in the mud She reaches for the radio Yeah she turns it up She loves that country stuff But she dont like those preppy boys With spiked hair and collared shirts on She likes my dirty old pickup truck And my liberty overall And our friends say that were like oil and water But we mix like sugar and tea She cant help it, she cant help it Oh she cant help it Ooh she cant help it She like the country boy in me La la la la la la She likes the country boy in me La la la la la la Ooh yeah yeah La la la la la la She likes the country And she loves me