Burn County, Moonshine Bandits, Dez - My My (Rebel Remix) Lyrics

My My (Rebel Remix) lyrics

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My my
Look at the dough
Never seen of the like it before
She got rhythm when she movin' on the floor
I lovin' what she doin' and I wanna see more

» Verse 1 «

Hah, yeah
First time that I saw her
Sitting by the creek bed
Toes in the water
Hair down, shades on, looking flawless
The type of girl to turn a veteran into a novice
But I was caught up fast
Such a rebel lady
But with all that class
A little Panasonic radio
Was all on blast
She had some Hank, some Conway, some Dolly and Cash (Yep)
Took a while then we chatted for a minute
Said she liked the Silverado
And she wanna sit in it
I said you gotta hop in, let's get it
She said I only ride full throttle, let's pin it
So we, we hit the nearest back road
And got it cloudy
Got some country music on
And turned it up real load
Before we run out to the bar
Where the rebels getting rowdy
Then she hit the floor
I looked once and then I shouted

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My my
Look at the dough
Never seen of the like it before
She got rhythm when she movin' on the floor
I lovin' what she doin' and I wanna see more

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I mean, I don't really know exactly where she came from
But it was obvious she knew she had the game on
Had to lift the attitude and the swag work

Then got my back hurt
Oh man, she knew what she was doing
Rockin' her skirt
stop us

I was sweating bullets
She weren't sympathetic
Needed a medic pulse racing
We were talking
Everybody gawkin' and stalking
She wouldn't stop
Told her to slow down
We needed to be headin' back town
I heard they having a hold down
can go round
How that sound?
Come on, just give it a chance
I can tell by the way you're looking at me
That you like the dance
I can see it in your eyes
filling my ride
And now I'm sounding like
Stuttering

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My my
Look at the dough
Never seen of the like it before
She got rhythm when she movin' on the floor
I lovin' what she doin' and I wanna see more

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Hi, my name is , how do you do
I didn't use words, only
I pointed at her skirt
And she pointed at my boots
I pointed at the
And she got it from the booth
I take her by the hand
She got into the groove
This girl made me smile
By the way her hips move
She drivin' me wild
I'm lovin' her view
And all the speaking nothin' but the truth
My my

» Chorus «

My my
Look at the dough
Never seen of the like it before
She got rhythm when she movin' on the floor
I lovin' what she doin' and I wanna see more

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Bar full of booze and a closet full of guns
Jack in the liver, John Deere in the lungs
Next but it ain't from the sun
She been poppin' where she comes from
She's an outlaw
She was raised by daddy
Back of the caddy
Best friend's still the pistol and a bottle of Jack
And her first tattoo was the American flag
First time we met her
She was hangin' by the bar
Cigarette in her lip
One hand on the
She was singin'

It was love at first sight
My my
My my
My my

"That's what I said
To my best recollection
This is exactly how it went down"

I was pushing my way up to the front of the bar
That's when I saw sleeve left arm
She was sittin' on a bar stool
blue eyes
She looked about 5'2
She was my kind of woman
Kept of me with every single moment
Got me hoping
So I lit up a smoke
I had to stay cool, and calmly approach
But she the kinda girl that make this outlaw
Settle make this girl my lady
Get hitched to this woman, if I had any sins
and a white pickled fence