Twang - Mason Ramsey

Yeah she likes how sweet I like my sweet tea

And she likes my boots with these blue jeans

And she likes sparklin' buttons on my pearl snap

And she likes my cowboy hat

But she loves me for my twang

Reminds her of a little Hank

When she hears me on the radio

She knows that it’s me by the way I sing

She loves me for my twang

Loves me for my twang

Yeah she likes how good I pick a guitar

And she likes when I play her my songs

And she tells me I’m a-gonna be a big star

She’s always singing along

But she loves me for my twang

Reminds her of a little Hank

When she hears me on the radio

She knows that it’s me by the way I sing

She loves me for my twang

Loves me for my twang

Yeah she likes how good I pick a guitar

She’s always singing along

She loves me for my twang

Reminds her of a little Hank

When she hears me on the radio

She knows that it’s me by the way I sing

She loves me for my twang

Reminds her of a little Hank

When she hears me on the radio

She knows that it’s me by the way I sing

She loves me for my twang

Loves me for my twang