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 running 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, watching her make
the bend Hoping he'll be the next one to take her
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wired with money or romance Got a body 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