My daddy owns A ranch And I can Ride a horse As well as A man And I was Raised In trailers Arranged In a perfect Horseshoe And yes I do prefer Jeans over Skirts And boots Over heels And you can Always Find me At the closest Honky Tonk Swiggin' On a Bud I can do A perfect Two step And I never Sit out On the Cotton eyed Joe My first Daughter was Conceived In the Back of a Pick up And if you Insult my Honor My brothers Will get A bit rough I spend Most nights Up at The Neon Moon Saloon But on Sunday You'll find Me Front row Center At church And I know I May be Little More than a Stereotype But if your Gonna Typecast At least Get it rightBirth sign: Aquarius
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