Giddy up giddy up, it's bout to hoe down
Stomp in these boots, drop it low to the ground
Ride it like saddle, one hand spinning round
Left, right, left, it's about to hoedown
It's about to hoedown
You can say what you please, it ain't gone change how I feel
Heaven knows I'm hell on heels
Southern fried, sex appeal
Dressed to kill, couldn't buy this loving for a hundred mill
All cash, boss bitch, I pay my own bills
Bible belt around these holy jeans, pieces in them torn away
Jack with the honey, partying like I was born today
Down south, born and raised
Right above the everglades
Ride the saddle like an Escalade tell em
Giddy up giddy up, it's bout to hoe down
Stomp in these boots, drop it low to the ground
Ride it like saddle, one hand spinning round
Left, right, left, it's about to hoedown
It's about to hoedown
It's about to hoedown
Drop it low to the ground
Cause it's about to hoedown
Inne mini miney mo, who don't like me, I don't know
I'm not worried bout what you heard about me from so and so
Let it go, giddy up, put on a show
Go go go
Country girls get down on the floor
It's a Hockey Tonk badonkadonk, busting out the seams
Damn near took me 20 minutes just to get inside these jeans
You can look but can't touch, keep your hands up off of me
They hate to see me go, but they love to watch me leave
Giddy up giddy up, it's bout to hoe down
Stomp in these boots, drop it low to the ground
Ride it like saddle, one hand spinning round
Left, right, left, it's about to hoedown
It's about to hoedown
It's about to hoedown
Drop it low to the ground
Cause it's about to hoedown
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