Se llama:'Southern Girl'.
I remember ridin’ horsesPlayin’ on a tire swingHavin’ little picnics watchin’Leaves fall off the tree
CHORUS:I love pickin’ flowersPuttin’ my feet in the creekListenin’ to the birds singWhile playin’ hide-and-go-seekThese may sound like li’l thingsBut they mean a lot to meIn the country there ain’t muchBut much and what I needI’m a southern girlBig things don’t really matter to me
I don’t care what ya’ll seeOut in the big cityI don’t know your so-called musicJust give me country
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