She can parallel park a pick-up truck

Unload the shells from a twelve gait shot-gun

Catch a little dinner on the side of the river banks

She can pop the hood when the light turns on

Get it running good when it's running wrong

Cut the grass, catch a backyard touchdown pass

Oh, she can start a little fire when the sun goes down.

That's my girl with my t-shirt on

Singing every word to all my favorite songs

Yeah, she's got the windows rolled down the radio up

She's got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck

She can hold her own in this big old world

That's my girl.

She paints her nails red like she paints this town

She's one of the guys when we go out

Turning every boys head with her tan legs on the dance floor

Oh but it don't bother me one bit

No cuz I know who she's coming home with.

That's my girl with my t-shirt on

Singing every word to all my favorite songs

Yeah, she's got the windows rolled down the radio up

She's got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck

She can hold her own in this big old world

That's my girl, yeah...

That's my girl with my t-shirt on

Singing every word to all my favorite songs

Yeah, she's got the windows rolled down the radio up

She's got her little bare feet hanging out.

That's my girl with my t-shirt on

Singing every word to all my favorite songs

Yeah, she's got the windows rolled down the radio up

She's got her little bare feet hanging out of my truck

She can hold her own in this big old world

I said she can hold her own in this big old world

That's my girl, yeah, that's my girl.