Letra de Don't Knock It

Girl, it’s pretty clear, that ya aint from round here Making fun of how I talk By the look on your face you aint ever seen a place Like this but it aint your fault That ya grew up in the city Where nobody says y’all But ya sure are looking pretty In a town this small Four wheel driving on some dirt Mama’s cooking after church Maybe just maybe you gonna like it So, girl don’t it knock it til ya try it White lightning straight out the jar Bonefire’s and passing guitars Maybe just maybe you gonna like it So girl don’t knock it til ya try it And try it with me I know I aint your type but I bet you wouldn’t mind A southern gentleman holding the door I’ll give ya diamonds in the sky, give ya kisses countryside Introduce you to Georgia if you’re up for Four wheel driving on some dirt Come on now what’s it gonna hurt Maybe just maybe you gonna like it So, girl don’t it knock it til ya try it Sleep in the bed of my truck Some nice and slow down home love Maybe just maybe you gonna like it So girl don’t knock it til ya try it And try it with me