Dirty - Tyler Farr

I was driving that tractor, spittin my 'bakker

Had some roads to hoe

500 acres but my sweet potato kept blowin up my phone

Said how much longer are ya gonna be

Get your butt in gear

Forget that shower I’ll see ya in an hour

Boys now listen here

She likes a greasy ol ball cap

Beer cans in the back

Truck drivin kinda man

Country in his roots n dust on his boots

And hard working calloused hands

Aw she she ain’t worried

For a girl so purty

Aw she sure does like it… dirty

Had reservations and a table waitin but she didn’t wanna go

Said she don’t drink wine, rather sip shine and ride on ol back roads

My buddy Dallas he got a cabin down on the riverside

She said she ain’t scared so I took her there and she took me for a ride!

Ya she’s a down home, turn me on, real as a country song, bait her own hook

kinda girl

River bank rope swinger, eats her chicken with her fingers, hazard county queen

when my pick up ain’t clean

No she ain’t worried

For a girl so purty

Aw she sure does like it… dirty

So I turned on the radio, played her something nice and slow, tried to get her

in the mood

She said she didn’t wanna slow dance, two step or hold hands, you know what I

wanna do

I wanna roll down the windows, crank it 'til the speakers blow, by now you

outta know

Ya play me somethin' that a rocks, knocks me outta these flip flops,

get some mud between my toes

Oh I ain’t worried, I might be purty but I sure do like it… dirty

Ha ha ha

She likes it dirty

That’s right

She likes it dirty ya’ll

Straight up, dirty