How She Rolls

She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl, sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine, down by the riverbank
Buzz from a cheap wine, first love on a tailgate
A summer night in July, bottle rocket flying high
Fire popping, body rocking, dropping under the moonlight

My baby's all hands in the air, and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy, with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go
She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, and that's how she rolls

She's a backwards hat, hey boys, what's up?
Strawberry lipstick, from a Dixie cup
A quick silver tan line, riding shot gun in my truck
A charm with a peace sign, around her neck for a little luck

My baby's all hands in the air, and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy, with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go
She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls
Yeah, that's how she rolls

My baby's all hands in the air, she don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy, with a blue jean tear
Man a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go

My baby's all hands in the air, don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare, just about everywhere we go

She likes to get down, sipping on coke and crown
Jesus and gypsy soul
Yeah, that's how she rocks, and that's how she rolls
Yeah, that's how she rolls
Yeah, that's how she rolls