Right Amount Of Wrong

D She's a blue jean kinda Friday night G Likes to have a beer with me and the guys D G She'll call your bluff at poker every time D She's all about a cheeseburger and fries G Likes to get muddy in my four wheel drive D G And camping out at the lake in the summer time A G Yea, she's always ready to go A G Says "baby, that's how I roll, so come on" D A G D Yeah she's proud to be a true Southern Belle D A G D Sweet little angel that loves to raise hell D A G A D A F#/D G Every country boy's straight midnight dream D A G A Yeah and she could be the cover of Vogue magazine D A G A But I thank God that ain't her thing D C G A D A F#/D G She's more Johnny Cash black and John Deere green A G She's my outlaw country song A G She's the pefectly right amount of wrong D She loves Jesus and rock and roll G Loves hunting, and fishing and driving the boat D G And she loves me, that's all I need to know A G She covers her heart when Old Glory flies A G Ain't scared to say a prayer on a Friday night D A G D Yeah she's proud to be a true Southern Belle D A G D Sweet little angel that loves to raise hell D A G A D A F#/D G Every country boy's straight midnight dream D A G A Yeah and she could be the cover of Vogue magazine D A G A But I thank God that ain't her thing D C G A D A F#/D G She's more Johnny Cash black and John Deere green A G She's my outlaw country song A G She's the pefectly right amount of wrong Bm A G G A Bm A Em A D A G D Yeah she's proud to be a true Southern Belle D A G D Sweet little angel that loves to raise hell D A G A D A F#/D G Every country boy's straight midnight dream D A G A Yeah and she could be the cover of Vogue magazine D A G A But I thank God that ain't her thing D C G A D A F#/D G She's more Johnny Cash black and John Deere green A G She's my outlaw country song A G She's the pefectly right amount of wrong