She's a country girl
Young and pretty
She want to see the world
So she headed for the city
She was entertained in all the right places
Knew half of the names, and all of the faces

Just a country girl
If her daddy could see her now
Just a country girl
Well you'd never recognize your little angel now
She comes down from way South,
She talks slow and lazy

When she opened her mouth the city boys went crazy
They fed her pink champagne, give her a headache
Cheap cocaine makes her meaner than a rattlesnake
Reelin' and a rockin' couldn't get enough
Crawlin' when the sun comes up

And payback's hell
There's a bag lady talkin' to her shopping cart
Don't you know the scary part
Is she saw herself

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): STEVE EARLE