Lyrics

[Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 1: Brahma Bull] Five foot nine blue-eyed lookin' so fine On the dance floor stayin' hotter than some moonshine Country girl with them low cut jeans on Brahma Bull with my John Deere green on Look into these eyes with my Copenhagen smile Ride on the bull we can buck for a while Yes sir lookin' fine with them boots on Let me buy you drinks all night 'til my loots gone Little country girl Daisy Dukes cut so small Need to leave the barn take a ride on my farm arm Or we can stay here sweatin' to the beat And when you wanna cool off, swim in the creek Ten-four baby grab them reins Back it up like my tractor cuttin' them grains Flannel shirt, pigtails, and them Wranglers on Got the bull in the shoot singin' you this song [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 2: Brahma Bull] Snuck up in the bar red stag in my boots Drop a red sash watch the bull get loose (Look out) I got a Colt 45 strapped on my side I ain't Merle Haggard but my mama sure tried (She tried) To keep me in line, to keep my boots tied tight Too many Bud Lites and it's just another fist fight Just a redneck, can't tell us nothin' (Nope) Fists start flyin' females start ducking (Hah) Take a couple country boys, throw 'em in the crowd Play some Johnny Cash turn that song up loud (Turn it up) Yeah I'm on a mission, keep the ladies wishin' And when it's too hot take your ass out the kitchen Ten-four hey y'all then it's on You know I gotta fight like dogs on a steak bone A porch honkey keep my glass filled up Brahma Bull, mound up or get bucked [Chorus: CB3] Whowee little country I like the way you shake it (Come on ) Whowee with the pigtails girl ain't no time to fake it (Look out now) Dance with me little country girl Don't make this cowboy take it [Verse 3: Demun Jones] Painted on pants, cowgirl boots Got the booty sittin' right, shirt tied in a knot Tummy lookin' tight, yummy Lookin' so tan, her man must be a dummy He let 'er leave the house and everybody starin' Can't stop lookin' at the jeans she's wearin' They all scared to approach her but not me She got a B.F. thing don't stop me The hottest thing since the sun I promise A couple crooked teeth and I will pay the orthodontist May the best man leave holdin' hands May the best man block Jones if he can DJ swap songs and this is my jam She said hell yeah when I asked her to dance The beat dropped she turned around and rocked it By the second hook had my hands in her back pockets [Outro: CB3 & Brahma Bull and Demun Jones] Whowee Uh huh Brahma Whowee D Jones, Little country girl, uh huh Dance with me little country girl