Good Ol' Girl Lyrics - Matraca Berg

She fixes her hair every morning, long before seven o'clock 

She'll tell you with her hair that piled up, she feels closer to God 

And she fires up that old Chevy, gets to the truckers in time 

Serves up the biscuits and gravy and the wisecracks by nine 

She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down 

She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her town 

And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind 

Just ask anybody, just cross her one time 

She's a good ol' girl 

She's never had any children, oh, but she's taken some strays 

She's been known to pay the long distance for scared runaways 

And she still goes to church with her momma 

Yeah, 'cause that's the right thing to do 

But she'll tell you that she's gone out, dancin' with a trucker or two 

And then she'll wink at you 

She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down 

She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her hometown 

And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind 

Just ask anybody, just cross her one time 

She's a good ol' girl