I said hey now baby Ain't you the girl next door Reet petite you must not eat Bet you know the score Friday night don't sit at home Lets trek up the bend Maybe if I'm lucky I'll even steal a kiss Maybe even hold your hand, yeah
Something about you sweetheart Well I just can't explain You're not like all those city girls I don't think so anyway And I can't seel a wink at night Hoping my dreams come true You're gonna be a brand new kind of girl When I get through with you
(In the sticks is where I lay) Hey girl, I got love (In the sticks is what I play) Love enough for you
CHORUS In the sticks Well it's you and me baby And I ain't no coutnry hick But me and the city we just don't mix
Dancin' on a moonbeam When I finally caught your name Said you had to be going soon And I said that that's a shame Took you down to the willow pond Where the cat tails grow real high And in a few brief moments We waived our child hood goodbye
CHORUS Just don't mix Go!
CHORUS (2x's) Woah
Compositores: Eric Benjamin Turner, Steven J Chamberlin, Joseph Alan Cagle, Jerry L Dixon, Jani Lane ECAD: Obra #24523664