I am a backwood,
Hillbilly deluxe,
Country girl,
So if you call my name on a barefoot blue jean night;
I’ll be kickin it in the sticks, making memories of us, and gettin mud on the tires,
... cuz thats my kind of party.
Days go by, in a hicktown.
Where people know you by your first name, and what you did last night.
So take a backroad, you'll find me there
I've Been there, done that
This is what country is,
I will stand by you,
Whatever it is,
A single Wildflower.
Thats who I am,
When your not looking.
Here for a good time, not a long time.
People are crazy and my heart is open.
So live a little, and come make hay while the sun shines.
I'm in. Would you go with me?
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PoetryMy collection of poems read them twice; think it over. When I wrote them it had my story behind them but when you read, they have yours. Comment. Tell me your story behind mine.