Down Home Diva

She drinks Pinot Gris, she cooks with bacon grease
She’s been known to dance all night long to Lynyrd Skynyrd and Springsteen
She can stomp out the blues with her high heeled shoes
She’s a tried and true Down Home Diva

She’s got Southern grace, hair-dyed, sun-tanned for days
She’s a Diva sublime, singin’ karaoke, “Strawberry Wine”
She takes no **** from small town hypocrites
You best not forget, she’s a Down Home Diva

Now I know and you know
She knows and we know
She is a Down Home Diva

She can wine and dine, quote any lit. you choose
She can drink Busch Light on trivia night at the Moose
Her friends all rely on her sage advice
She’s been through it twice, she’s a Down Home Diva

All her bosom friends tolerate no flack
When her man does her wrong, they roll up like a she-wolf pack
When some fool of a guy steps way over the line
He might wake up to find the Down Home Divas

Now I know and you know
She knows and we know
She is a Down Home Diva

You damn right, she is a down home diva