California Country

Blue collar, button up. Ten dollars and that horseshoe luck. Champagne and moonshine. Kiss me in an open plains at the Hollywood Sign. Mud stained leather boots. Levi's ocean blue. That Venice Beach southern peach corduroy West Coast Cowboy. Like 'em California country. Sipping Coronas and whiskey. Dark and handsome, always hungry. For girl like me. Like 'em smelling of that sweet tea. Salty air, a hint of Gucci. Riding horseback through the palm trees. California country. New Porsche and an old truck. Wrap around porch and a set of golf clubs. That twinkle, golden skin, and the hat that you Hang on my bedpost so. Sunset Boulevard. Fireflies in a jar. That Venice Beach southern peach corduroy West Coast Cowboy. Like 'em California country. Sipping Coronas and whiskey. Dark and handsome, always hungry. For girl like me. Like 'em smelling of that sweet tea. Salty air, a hint of Gucci. Riding horseback through the palm trees. California country. I want a whip lasso wrapped around my finger. You can take me down a back road if You're bringing fancy liquor. Rodeo rodeo, Belaire and homegrown. Venice Beach southern peach corduroy West Coast Cowboy. I like 'em California country. Sipping Coronas and whiskey. Dark and handsome, always hungry. For like me. Smelling of that sweet tea. Salty air, a hint of Gucci. Riding horseback through the palm trees. California