Twang
Lyrics
Yeah she likes how sweet I like my sweet tea
And she likes my boots with these blue jeans
And she likes sparklin' buttons on my pearl snap
And she likes my cowboy hat
But she loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it's me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang
Yeah she likes how good I pick a guitar
And she likes when I play her my songs
And she tells me I'm a-gonna be a big star
She's always singing along
But she loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it's me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang
Yeah she likes how good I pick a guitar
She's always singing along
She loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it's me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it's me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang
Writer(s): Brian Kelley, Hunter Phelps, Ernest Keith Smith, Jordan Mark Schmidt
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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