Lyrics
I could tell she was a hot rod
When she walked in all alone
Made a pit stop at the front bar
In a puff of smoke was gone
I followed her smell of perfume
Cause she was too far out of sight
Tried to catch up but the girl was runnin'
One hell of a race tonight
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine
All it takes to keep her tuned up
Is boots and wrangler jeans
She scoots about fifty times around the floor
On one shot of Jim Beam
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine
There's a guy on every corner
Watchin' her make the bend
Hopin' he'll be the next one
To take her for a spin
She's not the kind that can be hot-wired
With money or romance
Got a body built for pleasure
But all she wants to do is dance
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine
All it takes to keep her tuned up
Is boots and wrangler jeans
She scoots about fifty times around the floor
On one shot of Jim Beam
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine
She scoots about fifty times around the floor
On one shot of Jim Beam
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine
She's a real low maintenance country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancin' machine