The lost trailers

Dixie boy special

The lost trailers
She fogs up the mirrors in my Iroc-Z
She fries catfish like you never seen
She stops the clock when she walks in a room
Make you wanna run out and howl at the moon

Chorus
She's a dixie boy special, heartbreaker guarantee
She's a dixie boy special, the original recipe

You'd never believe when she's all dressed up
How she can back up a boat in a pickup truck
She'll catch a 20 pound bass on an 8 pound line
Party 3 days straight and still look fine

Chorus
Solo
Oooohhs

In a little black dress or a cowboy hat
You're gonna wanna look but you can't touch that
She likes beer, she don't care for wine
Keep your hands to yourself, brother, she's all mine

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