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She Likes To Get Out Of Town

Höfundur lags: Brooks And Dunn Sent inn af: Anonymous
[B]    
[B]Lookin' at her phone desk, tappin' her feet
[B]The kinda girl your mama likes to meet
[B]A Sunday school dress buttoned up tight
[N/C]When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight

She likes to get out of [E]town
Yeah she likes to get out of [B]town
She's got a [F#]little ragtop she just bought
Just [F#]forty-five minutes from a two day's off
She's a-[F#]watchin' the clock just a-countin' it down
[N/C]That girl likes to get out of town, uh-[B]huh  

She's got a [B]little glove box with everything she needs
Got some [B]red lipstick and some Mardi Gras beads
Got some [B]party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
[N/C]That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to get out of [E]town
Yeah she likes to get out of [B]town
They've got a [F#]motel room with a single bed
Just a-[F#]singin' down the road goin' outta their heads
Gonna [F#]turn it on up, time to party on down
[N/C]That girl likes to get out of town, uh-[B]huh  

[B]    
[E]Yeah yeah, my my
[B]Big fun's close as the city limit sign
[E]Yeah yeah, do tell
[A]Daddy's little angel gonne [E]raise a little hell, well well well [B]well

She's got a [B]second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an [B]ex-boyfriend that won't leave her alone
Oh but [B]it won't hurt 'em what they don't know
What [N/C]goes on the road stays on the road

She likes to get out of [E]town
Yeah she likes to get out of [B]town
She was [F#]born to shake it and it's not her fault
But the [F#]competition just loves to talk
[F#]She's so tired of them puttin' her down
[N/C]That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to [E]get out of town
Yeah she's likes to get out of [B]town
It's time to [F#]crank it on up, time to party on down
[N/C]That girl likes to, that girl likes to

[E]Get out of town
Yeah she likes to [B]get out of town
Gonna [F#]crank it on, crank it (oooh yeah)


Lookin' at her phone desk, tappin' her feet
The kinda girl your mama likes to meet
A Sunday school dress buttoned up tight
When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight

She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
She's got a little ragtop she just bought
Just forty-five minutes from a two day's off
She's a-watchin' the clock just a-countin' it down
That girl likes to get out of town, uh-huh

She's got a little glove box with everything she needs
Got some red lipstick and some Mardi Gras beads
Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
They've got a motel room with a single bed
Just a-singin' down the road goin' outta their heads
Gonna turn it on up, time to party on down
That girl likes to get out of town, uh-huh


Yeah yeah, my my
Big fun's close as the city limit sign
Yeah yeah, do tell
Daddy's little angel gonne raise a little hell, well well well well

She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't leave her alone
Oh but it won't hurt 'em what they don't know
What goes on the road stays on the road

She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
She was born to shake it and it's not her fault
But the competition just loves to talk
She's so tired of them puttin' her down
That girl likes to get out of town

She likes to get out of town
Yeah she's likes to get out of town
It's time to crank it on up, time to party on down
That girl likes to, that girl likes to

Get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
Gonna crank it on, crank it (oooh yeah)

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