Bring Me A Country Girl – Rayne Johnson

Dear Santa, I’ve been a good ole boy
And I ain’t asking for much
I need a pair of new boots
But that ain’t all I want

There’s only one thing on my Christmas list
Been wishing for it everyday
So, If you’re spreading that joy
And you got a little room in that sleigh

Bring me a country girl this year
Who loves bass fishin’, and ice cold beer
And don’t mind snugglin’ up in a tree stand waiting on a deer
And this country boy will lose it
When she’s shakin’ it to my music
Pick her up in Georgia, and drop her off right here
Bring me a country girl this year

The kind of sweet southern peach I been prayin’ about
But I can’t ever seem to find
We go riding’ on my big green tractor
Her hand in mine

My lips fit right on hers
And I’ll be gettin’ lost in all her curves
And she’ll believe in Sunday football after church

Bring me a country girl this year
Who loves bass fishin’, and ice cold beer
And don’t mind snugglin’ up in a tree stand waiting on a deer
I want the girl that ain’t afraid to move it
When Broadway plays her favorite music
Pick her up in Georgia, and drop her off right here
Yeah bring me a country girl this year

I can see us on Christmas morning
Kissin’ underneath the mistletoe
Dancin’ up and down the hall
Listenin’ to the radio

Santa, bring me a country girl this year
Who loves bass fishin’, and white tail deer
And don’t mind snugglin’ up on the front porch with a couple of beers
She’ll make this country boy lose it
When she’s shakin’ it to my music
Yeah she’s the only thing that could fill my heart with cheer
Santa pick her up in Georgia, and drop her off right here
Bring me a country girl this year, oh yeah
I need a country girl this year, oh yeah