Her high heels on the red carpet

Her perfect hair blowing in the wind

With her designer jeans and fake eyelashes

Crooning "thanks, y'all!" to the crowd between the flashes.

She may be singing 'bout the country

And putting out the hits

But those boots sure never stepped in horseshit

So thank god she lives in the city

Cause country ain't never been pretty.

You hear the rooster crow at the crack of dawn

And you've already been at it for hours

You're thankful there's no cameras, cause you make an awful face

That first sit in the cold tractor seat just can't be done with grace.

'stead of hairspray and curls, you've got hay and dirt

Slammed your unpainted nails in a barn door

But it's alright to look kind of shitty

Cause country ain't never been pretty.

It's as simple as it seems

Who needs brand-name jeans?

Your man's hands are gonna cover the label anyways.

Country ain't never been pretty, and that's alright

Cause if your head's on straight, your hair will be fine

You might not get it at first, but you'll come around

And see, your legs look great with both feet on the ground

All right

Please stop me if you get it already

Country ain't never been pretty.

You can spend eight hours at the gym every day

But then who would bail the hay?

You can iron your shirt and polish your boots

But then you may as well go put on a suit.

The glitter and glamor, the fortune and fame

The sugar-free soy vanilla lattes

Leave all that to the folks in the city

Cause country ain't never been pretty.

It's easier than you think

Just buy a round of drinks

Beer goggles are cheaper than gucci glasses anyway.

Country ain't never been pretty, and that's alright

Cause if your head's on straight, your hair will be fine

You might not get it at first, but you'll come around

And see, your legs look great with both feet on the ground

All right

Please stop me if you get it already

If you've heard anything I've said in this ditty

I'll say it plain; I'm not trying to be witty

Country ain't never been pretty.