Hark The Herald Angels Sing - Cello Version

de Eternal Spring

She like that bump in her trunk
She like that bang in her twang
A little country with a twist, turn it up and she sangs
Shes likes the radio as loud as it would get on a dirt road
And good apple pie cooked slow on a wood stove
She's country to the bone a damn ten with some boots on
Every time I pull up to the creek bank it's on
Southernfied beauty she's a one of a kind
Up on his star lit tailgate she'll blow your mind

I got a girl ridin' shottie and she likes the way my Kenwood's bump
She likes a little bump in her country
Turn the radio up turn the bass down low
Put on a country song and take it down an ol' dirt road
It's goin' down we gettin' drunk
Got a 454 ain't never been stuck
You like that shine, well you in luck
Let's throw a me and you party in the bed of my truck

Well she's a hell raisin' lil' mama from way back in the woods
She likes some Hank Williams Jr and some Johnny B. Goode
She likes gettin' jacked up trucks stuck in the mud
With nothin' less than a 350 under the hood
She likes the sound of the pipes at the change of the light
When I drop it in first and ride it out in the night
Hit an old dirt road pull out a bottle of shine
And on that star lit tailgate watch her blow your mind