Not Your Southern Belle

Mama taught me how to sit up straight Smile pretty, don't you be too late Wear your Sunday dress and hold your tongue That's how a proper lady should be done But I got dirt beneath my fingernails And stories that would make your preacher pale I don't need a man to tell me who I am I'm a wildfire woman with my own damn plan I'm not your Southern Belle, honey Don't expect me to ring your bell I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please When I'm raising a little hell I'm not your Southern Belle, darling Got my boots and my heart to sell I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world And I'm not your Southern Belle Your mama thinks I'm trouble with a capital T 'Cause I speak my mind and I won't bend the knee I'll take my bourbon neat and my music loud I'm a thunderstorm, baby, not a passing cloud Got a tattoo where the sun don't shine And I'll outride you on that county line I don't need approval from your country club I'm a red dirt queen and I'm proud of the mud I'm not your Southern Belle, honey Don't expect me to ring your bell I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please When I'm raising a little hell I'm not your Southern Belle, darling Got my boots and my heart to sell I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world And I'm not your Southern Belle I tried to be what they wanted me to be Curled my hair and said "yes sir" politely But that girl in the mirror wasn't really me So I threw on my jeans and I set myself free I'm not your Southern Belle, honey Don't expect me to ring your bell I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please When I'm raising a little hell I'm not your Southern Belle, darling Got my boots and my heart to sell I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world And I'm not your Southern Belle But you love me anyway, don't you baby? Yeah, you do...