Well about sundown I go out on the town, and Im raising 3 kinds of hell. No I dont have much of any sense at all but what I got I use it well. Justa chasing all them pretty women. Fill them full of wine. But they ain't going home to momma, boy till they drink all of their moonshine
I like em with a good ole southern drawl like from Georgia and Tennessee. But there ain't nothing getting my motor running like them girls from Kentucky. Yeah I love them Kentucky Women. Yeah they kiss so fine but they ain't going home to momma, boy till they drink all of their moonshine. There's a lady to my left in an old sundress. She's licking her lips and starting to sweat. She's got her drink up against her chest. Yeah I think I'm in love, I must confess. From the first time she smiled, man them country girls they drive me wild. Yeah I love them Kentucky women. Man they dance in a line. But they ain't going home to momma, boy till they drink all of their moonshine. And I like my chicken friend, and my bread from an old corn pone. No I dont have much of any sense at all, but I have got enough sense to know. You better love them Kentucky women man they kiss so fine. But they ain't going home to momma, no till they drink all of their moonshine
