Thank God Shes A Country Girl Cifras

[Intro]
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Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
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Thank God she's a country girl.
 
 
[Verse 1]
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Well, my baby got her ways, kind and laid back
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Little cowboy killer in her boots and her hat
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I'm a little wild but she's cool that
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Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Verse 2]
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She's a four leaf clover, always good luck
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Queen of the bench seat in my truck
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She pulls me out if I ever get stuck
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Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Chorus]
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She loves Alabama and the sound of a fiddle
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She loves me like she loves fried pickles
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Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
       Ab           Eb     Ab
Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Verse 3]
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She's tough as the day on a farm is long
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Fishing with the dad, cooking with the mom
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Sweet as a Georgia peach to love on
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Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Verse 4]
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She's the life of a party like a neon light
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She can dance like the devil in a two step line
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Like He made an angel with me in mind
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Thank God she's a country girl (thank God)
 
 
[Chorus]
     Eb                    Ab
She loves Alabama and the sound of a fiddle
      Eb                Ab
She loves me like she loves fried pickles
     Ab                                      Db
Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
       Ab           Eb     Ab
Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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I've seen it all, been around the world
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There ain't nothing like a country girl
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Heart on her sleeve, boots in the dirt
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There ain't nothing like a country girl (there ain't nothing)
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I've seen it all, been around the world
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There ain't nothing like a country girl
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Heart on her sleeve, boots in the dirt (heart on her sleeve)
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There ain't nothing like a country girl (woo, one, two, three)
 
 
[Chorus]
     Eb                    Ab
She loves Alabama and the sound of a fiddle
      Eb                Ab
She loves me like she loves fried pickles
     Ab                                      Db
Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
       Ab           Eb     Ab
Thank God she's a country girl
 
 
[Outro]
     Eb                    Ab
She loves John Denver and the sound of a fiddle
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She loves me like she loves fried pickles
     Ab                                      Db
Her heart ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
       Ab           Eb     Ab
Thank God she's a country girl
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