I Like Big Derrières and I Can't Lie

[Intro] *Twangy guitar riff fades in, accompanied by a steady bassline and light boot-stomp rhythm* [Verse 1] Well, I walked into a honky-tonk, tipped my cowboy hat, Spotted a Southern belle struttin’ in denim that fit like that. She done spun around, gave a wink with her eye, Got me stutterin’, “Good Lord, that’s a mighty fine sky!” [Chorus] I like big derrières and I can’t lie, All you cowboys can’t deny— When a gal swaggers in with a sweet tea sway, And a curve like a backroad, I holler “Hey!” Oh, baby, two-step my way, ‘Cause that country charm’s got me singin’ all day! [Verse 2] She’s got boots that k**k dust, a smile like peach pie, But when she moonshine shimmy, I’m a rocket in the sky. Her mama taught her right, but that rhythm’s all wrong, ‘Cause my heart’s line-dancin’ to her jukebox song! [Bridge] Ain’t no tractor pull got torque like her stride, Got me weaker than a porch swing in a twister tide. Y’all can keep your diamonds, your whiskey, your rye— Just gimme a sunset and that silhouette high! [Chorus] I like big derrières and I can’t lie, All you cowboys can’t deny— When a gal swaggers in with a sweet tea sway, And a curve like a backroad, I holler “Hey!” Oh, baby, two-step my way, ‘Cause that country charm’s got me singin’ all day! [Outro] *Fiddle solo crescendos, fading into clinking spurs and distant laughter*