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Girl it's pretty clear that you ain't from 'round here Making fun of the way I talk By the look on your face You ain't ever seen a place like this But it ain't your fault That you grew up in the city Where nobody says "y'all" But you're sure lookin' pretty In a town this small Four wheel drivin' on some dirt Mama's cookin' after church Maybe just maybe you'll like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it White lightning straight out the jar Bonfires and passing guitars Maybe just maybe you'll like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it Try it with me I know I ain't your type but I bet you wouldn't mind A Southern gentleman holding the door I'd give you diamonds in the sky Give you kisses countryside Introduce you to George if you're up for SongtexteFour wheel drivin' on some dirt Mama's cookin' after church Maybe just maybe you'll like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it White lightning straight out the jar Bonfires and passing guitars Maybe just maybe you'll like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it Try it with me Four wheel drivin' on some dirt Come on now, what's it gon' hurt I jknow you're gonna like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it Sleep in the bed of my truck Some nights a slowdown of love Maybe just maybe you could like it So girl don't knock it 'til you try it Try it with me Don't knock it 'Cause you might like it So don't knock it Aus Songtexte Mania