She’s a good bass fisher, a dynamite kisser, country as a turnip green. She’s got daddy’s money. Her momma’s good looks and looks who’s looking at me.
Boy, she don’t need you and she don’t need me
She can do just fine on her own two feet
But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
And she’ll never change, don’t know how to hide
Her stubborn will or her fightin’ side
But you treat her right and she’ll love you like no one else
I can’t get you off my mind and I miss you like hell tonight.