She is sweet magnolias dancin’ with her bare feet on the sunrise,
She is honeysuckle bloomin’ on the vine,
She is my Darlin’ on a dirt road holdin’ hands while crazy lovin’,
She is a calla lily blushin’ into wine;
She is Kansas, Texas, Alabama, Arkansas,
She is Oklahoma, Georgia, Caroline,
She is Southern comfort kissin’ me beneath the harvest moonshine,
She is a country girl, the finest of the fine;
She is bluejeans, high heels, bar fights, whiskey, “hi ya’alls,”
She is magic casting spells across the night,
She is cotton and tobacco fields by the riverside,
She is the part of me that makes me feel alright;
She is front porch swings and banjo strings and steel guitars,
She is screen doors slamming and a back yard barbecue,
She is a Chevy truck where lightning struck and the green grass grows,
She is the finest thing Manhattan ever grew;
She is sweet magnolias dancin’ with her bare feet on the sunrise,
She is honeysuckle bloomin’ on the vine,
She is my Darlin’ on a dirt road holdin’ hands while crazy lovin’,
She is a calla lily blushin’ into wine,
She is my Darlin’ on a dirt road holdin’ hands while crazy lovin’,
She is a calla lily blushin’ into wine,
She is a calla lily blushin’ into wine.
*For my Sweet Kansas Girl
