She Always Has Her Country On.

When she walks into a room, wearing confidence in comfort,
The smirk reveals a mind, as sharp as it is Southern.
Nobody here can deny her, nobody can say she doesn't belong!
Nobody dares to disregard her or thinks to do her wrong!

She never had to be unkind, to get where she wanted to be,
She knew she'd get where she was going, get there eventually.
Nobody is going to stop her now, she stands proudly upon her truth,
away from all the hopeless things, that were attracted to her youth!

She always has her country on, and she wears it so very well,
unconcerned about what others think, she manages to be a belle!
She asks nobody for permission and none would presume to give it,
She always has her country on and it's always a perfect fit!

Life is full of hopeful promises, some come true, but most do not,
it isn't for lack of trying nor the product of some sadistic plot.
For the best-laid plans oft go awry, as if they weren't meant to be,
and find us scrambling for a lesser place, one we never thought we'd see.

On calm country roads and noisy city streets she is perfectly herself,
She never wanted to be anything else or sit on somebodies shelf.
There really isn't much she craves in life, save for comfort and for love,
and she never forgets to say her prayers, to Jesus and to God above!

She always has her country on, and she wears it so very well,
unconcerned about what others think, she still manages to be a belle!
She asks nobody for permission and none would presume to give it,
She always has her country on and it's always a perfect fit!