Some girls like a boy born and raised in a city
Yeah, the ones that never heard George Strait or Keith Whitley
Like a high-rise view and a high-heeled night on the town
Some girls like the way boys talk in California
Love that west coast weather, whatever does it for you
I ain’t throwing no shade, but I’ll tell you one thing right now
Girls like me like ridin’
Roads that keep on windin’
Gettin’ way out where them small town stars are shining
Speakers with some static
Faded Wrangler jacket
Him saying, “Baby,” with that raised-up-round-here accent
Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
I like the way they sound when he’s walking up the steps of my front porch
And I like the way he leaves ’em sittin’ by the screen door
That’s how I know that he’s home and he’s all mine
Oh, he’s why
Girls like me like ridin’
Roads that keep on windin’
Gettin’ way out where them small town stars are shining
Speakers with some static
Faded Wrangler jacket
Him saying, “Baby,” with that raised-up-round-here accent
Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Carhartt on his sleeve
Killin’ me with them green eyes
Boys like him make girls like me like
Ridin’
Roads that keep on windin’
Gettin’ way out where them small town stars are shining
Speakers with some static
Faded Wrangler jacket
Him saying, “Baby,” with that raised-up-round-here accent
Yeah, blame it on this red in my roots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
