Uh-huh.
Oh,
I heard you've been across the bar Over
clinking glasses like a work of art
I'm a sucker for an accent from somewhere far
Can you blame me?
I'm a California girl There's a southern heart
And I don't know your first or your last name,
baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
Way you grip the can
I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like
Working with your hands till they're covered in grease
Fixing up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind
You got dirt in your jeans
Well,
I'm a little broken,
baby Could you work on me?
Could you work on me?
Oh, yeah
Well,
my heart's been through the mud A couple
assholes before you kinda * me up
What's the worst that can happen from a little fun?
I'm a real smart girl who likes getting a little done
I don't need to know your first and last name,
baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
Longhorn on your buckle I can tell you're
just my type You like, you like
Working with your hands till they're covered in grease
Fixing up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind You got dirt in your jeans
Well,
I'm a little broken,
baby Could you work on me?
Body needs something to make it feel brand new
A couple shots deep and a couple screws loose
Something dirty on my mind You got dirt in your jeans
Well,
I'm a little broken,
baby Could you work on me?
Could you work on me?
Could you work on me?
Oh, no
Well,
I'm a little broken,
baby Could you work on me?