Fried Pickles

Duration

3:44

Lyrics

She likes Fried Pickles and Sweet Tea Vodka and running barefoot in the rain. She's got a sweet southern drawl, pretty like the fall and brings the sun like the spring and I swear that god made this girl just for me. I say supper she says dinner. I like Johnny Cash and she loves Edgar Winter. She reads books and I like magazines but our differences make no difference to me. repeat chorus I don't care when she's a few minutes late, her touch is always on time. I don't care when her hair is not strait cause she'll always have better hair than mine repeat chorus It's amazing to see the way I love her. She's amazing to me Repeat chorus