09. Champagne In A Dixie Cup (2:27)

Champagne in a Dixie Cup

She’s my home coming queen in tight denim jeans
And speaks with a southern drawl
Likes Fried green tomatoes cornbread and potatoes
And she doesn’t have a single flaw
She can program computers or get a job at Hooters
Make imaginations run wild
We both feel the wishes and knocks me down with kisses
Puts me to sleep with a smile

She’s Champagne in a Dixie cup Catfish caviar
A Georgia peach firm and sweet packed in a mason jar
She makes cotton look like silk you ought to see her in my truck
She’s got all of everything Champagne in a Dixie cup

Find a place in the country raise some little pumpkins
And listen to the robins sing
Talk about the weather and plan life together
Out on the front porch swing
Count lighting bugs hold hands and hugs
Let out a rebel yell
Well there’s nothing like the sunrise a good sip of moonshine
Nothin like a southern bell

She’s Champagne in a Dixie cup Catfish caviar
A Georgia peach firm and sweet packed in a mason jar
She makes cotton look like silk you ought to see her in my truck
She’s got all of everything Champagne in a Dixie cup
She’s got all of everything Champagne in a Dixie cup