Southern Belle

She comes from old family money down in the south
Got a rebel flag flyin' and sailor's mouth
She shoots straight whiskey like she shoots a gun
She ain't the kinda girl a momma wants for her son

She's the first long drag on a Marlboro Light
She's got her daddy's temper and she's always right
You hate to see her go but love to watch her leave
She's the kind of girl that's got tricks up her sleeve

Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn

She wears her daisy dukes and she wears 'em proud
She'll do karaoke and attract a crowd
She'll be your Fireball Friday or your sweet Sunday morn'
She's the kinda girl that leaves you wantin' more

Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn

Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn
Southern belle
Raisin' hell
Southern belle
And quite frankly my dear I just don't give a damn



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Writer(s): Lindsey Lane, Lyndsey Hall
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