Boot barn girls

[Verse 1] Fringe on her jacket, boots too clean Snap a pic by the fence, chasin’ that dream Talks like she’s lived it, but that ain’t true She don’t know cow pies from cowboys, dude Got a lifted Jeep, but no 4-low And she calls it “country” when it’s just for show [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, she’s out at the bar every Friday night In a brand-new hat and her jeans skin-tight [Chorus] She’s a Boot Barn girl, all shine, no scars Never broke a nail bailin’ hay from the barn Sings “Chattahoochee” like it’s her song But she’s never been muddy with her makeup on She’s country sweet, like a Southern pearl But real runs deeper than a Boot Barn girl [Verse 2] She tags #ranchlife with her Starbucks cup Says she loves the land, but won’t pick stuff up Got a belt with a buckle she bought online But it never saw dirt or rodeo time Can dance in boots, yeah, she moves real slow But she don’t know nothin’ ‘bout a tractor row [Pre-Chorus] She’s all talk when the lights go dim But she’d run home cryin’ if she saw a pen [Chorus] She’s a Boot Barn girl, playin’ dress-up right But she don’t know the sound of a quiet night Where the stars don’t shine through a city screen And your boots wear out from livin’ the dream She’s country-style in a polished swirl But tough ain’t taught to a Boot Barn girl [Bridge] (spoken/sung slow with grit) Now don’t get me wrong, she’s easy to like But give me one who’ll ride through the rain at night One who smells like leather, not sweet perfume Who ain’t afraid of a little ol’ feed room [Final Chorus] So here’s to the ones with the dirt-stained hands Who don’t need filters to prove they stand On land they work, not land they rent Where the stories are real and time’s well spent She’s cute as hell, but that ain’t the world There’s cowgirls… And then there’s Boot Barn