Lyrics to good ol' girl BY matraca berg

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	She fixes her hair every morning, long before seven o'clock She'll tell you with her hair that piled up, she feels closer to God And she fires up that old Chevy, gets to the truckers in time Serves up the biscuits and gravy and the wisecracks by nine She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her town And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind Just ask anybody, just cross her one time She's a good ol' girl She's never had any children, oh, but she's taken some strays She's been known to pay the long distance for scared runaways And she still goes to church with her momma Yeah, 'cause that's the right thing to do But she'll tell you that she's gone out, dancin' with a trucker or two And then she'll wink at you She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her hometown And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind Just ask anybody, just cross her one time She's a good ol' girl Yes, she's a good ol' girl and she won't let you down She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her town And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind Just ask anybody, just cross her one time She's a good ol' girl, yeah, she's a good ol' girl She's a good ol' girl

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