MY FORD
Roger Fournier rfournier@candksouth.com (706)-621-0870
Verse I
I was all dressed up in a suit and tie, when I met this girl one Atlanta Night
She was dressed to kill, something about her I liked
We were both down here on a business trip, she’s from LA, I’m from the Georgia sticks.
When her flight got delayed for a day, I got to thinking about this.
Chorus
I could take her down a back road, where country boys go.
To a little muddy creek, cast a couple Zebco’s.
slide her next to me; crank up some Aldean-in my pickup.
I could buy her a red sundress, and some cowboy boots.
she could wear my hat Johnson Evinrude
But I’m going to need a little help from you LORD to get this city girl in my FORD. (Second Chorus Don’t Sing-go into TAG)
Verse II
I told her I was sorry about her flight, then we got to drinking, feeling right.
talking about trucks and bucks, bout’ half the night.
I knew she was digging this southern boy’s style; I could tell by the way she laughed and smiled.
her pretty little grin wants to go for a spin on My Mickey Thompsons.
Chorus / Bridge
Now that we’re all jacked up on whiskey and cokes, we’re ready to rev up some diesel smoke
Chorus
Tag
Ya, I’m going to need a little help from you Lord, to get this city girl in my FORD. To get this city girl in my FORD
Outro
Attention, flight F-350 now boarding at the passenger side gate