Letras: Early Ray. Highway To Jail. Fried Pickles.

She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka
And running barefoot in the rain
She's got a sweet southern drawl
Pretty like the Fall
And she brings the sun like the Spring
And I swear that God made this girl just for me
Just for me

Well I say supper she says dinner
And I like Johnny Cash, and she loves Edgar Winter
She reads books, and I like magazines
But our differences make no difference to me

She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka
And running barefoot in the rain
She's got a sweet southern drawl
She?s pretty like the Fall
And she brings the sun like the Spring
And I swear that God made this girl just for me
Just for me

And I don't care when she's up a few minutes late
Cause her touch is always on time
And I don't care when her hair is not straight
Cause she?ll always have better hair than mine

She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka
And running barefoot in the rain
She's got a sweet southern drawl
She?s pretty like the Fall
And she brings the sun like the Spring
And I swear that God made this girl just for me
Just for me

And it?s amazing to see
The way I love her
And she?s amazing to me yeah

She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka
And running barefoot in the rain
She's got a sweet southern drawl
Pretty like the Fall
And she brings the sun like the Spring

She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka
And running barefoot in the rain
She's got a sweet southern drawl
Pretty like the Fall
And she brings the sun like the Spring
And I swear that God made this girl
And I know that God sent this girl
Just for me

She likes fried pickles