She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. I might get her on the lake to fish with me If the water's smooth and the sky is blue with a nice, cool breeze But anything we catch, I'll have to clean myself 'Cause I'm about as country as she gets. She'll slip off a pair of heels Walk barefoot across the field Climb up on a fence just to be near me Sometimes I think that horse still scares her half-to-death Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. She likes bein' within spendin' distance of a mall Havin' enough bars to make a cell phone call Put her in a crowd and she's right in her element Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. But she'll slip out on the porch sometimes When that sun's low in the sky Pull up a rockin' chair just to be with me Until that first big June bug buzzes by her head See I'm about as country as she gets. Yeah, I'm about as country as she gets. She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck...