Raised up on shotguns, whiskey, and lifted trucks
Sorry if this southern drawl sounds like I don't give a fuck
Don't judge my attitude, I'm not mad at you
That diesel whistle whistle every time I'm passing you
I like my music loud, I like my bass low
I like my man bearded up, let your face grow
Grew up on Hank and Willie, basic bitches know the dilly
So heavy in the rear, I'm pop pop poppin wheelies

I ain't afraid of dirty, I'm a different kind of purity
You disrespect me, I'm gone, with that 30 30
I send my prayers to the Man up high
I tell the truth and never lie
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive

Corn bread, sweet tea collar greens
Down here we're thick thick, we bunny hop in jeans
Grew up on Nanas cookin, that's why your man be looking
Hotter than fish grease, sweet as a bag of cookies
I been a lot of places, I've seen a lot of things
I've heard a lot of talk, I've cause a lot of scenes
Can't nobody change my mentality
Ain't nothing like that southern hospitality

I'm from a small town, they know my mom and them
We ride them backroads, they got a lot of bends
I send my prayers to the Man up high
I tell the truth and never lie
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive
A country girl can survive