Country Girl
She's a country girl
Young and pretty
She wanna 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
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[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Babyface, here's the rum to get the party started
Delta got the 4-4 and now we on guardin
We walk with heat, ain't nothin sweat on the streets
If you walk in the slum, you get caught by dum dum niggas
What, Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case that they gave me
Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case (that they gave me)
[Babyface Finster] (Delta #1) {Buddha Monk}
I wanna hit some skids tonight
(Aight crook stop stealin, dogs count your slugs
But ain't nobody killin)
I know I got a chance, at this, pants is tigh
Babyface, here's the rum to get the party started
Delta got the 4-4 and now we on guardin
We walk with heat, ain't nothin sweat on the streets
If you walk in the slum, you get caught by dum dum niggas
What, Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case that they gave me
Red Rum, Red Rum
Murder is the muthafuckin case (that they gave me)
[Babyface Finster] (Delta #1) {Buddha Monk}
I wanna hit some skids tonight
(Aight crook stop stealin, dogs count your slugs
But ain't nobody killin)
I know I got a chance, at this, pants is tigh