Well, Connie wakes up with the sunrise, Diet Pepsi in her hand,

Well, Connie wakes up with the sunrise, Diet Pepsi in her hand, that ain’t no surprise. She flips through her journal, pen in the groove, Writing down memories and the things she’ll prove. She’s the queen of pork rinds and late-night tunes, Rockin' Coors Light under neon moons. From Doo-Dads to BW3's delight, She’s dancin’ at Peppers, feelin’ just right. With Astro her pup ridin’ shotgun tight— Yeah, that’s Connie’s country life. She’s got ISD entries on her mind, Numbers and notes, all neatly aligned. But come Friday night, it’s time to let go, With her boots on the floor at her favorite show. She’s the queen of pork rinds and late-night tunes, Rockin' Coors Light under neon moons. From Doo-Dads to BW3's delight, She’s dancin’ at Peppers, feelin’ just right. With Astro her pup ridin’ shotgun tight— Yeah, that’s Connie’s country life. A heart of gold, a laugh so loud, Connie’s the light in any crowd. Whether it's wings, a cold beer, or a tail-waggin’ friend, She’ll be there from the start to the very last end. She’s the queen of pork rinds and late-night tunes, Rockin' Coors Light under neon moons. From Doo-Dads to BW3's delight, She’s dancin’ at Peppers, feelin’ just right. With Astro her pup ridin’ shotgun tight— Yeah, that’s Connie’s country life. Oh yeah, that's Connie's country life.