It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile
She's getting ready for her work in a while
She's sippin on her coffee and takes her blue collar on, no makeup needed for the things to be done
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
Later in the evening, as the sun is going down
She's dressing up for dancing, underneath the sky
She's ready for some two-step, or maybe to rock some jive
And She's Sipping on that ice-cold beer, and now it's time to shine
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile
She's getting ready for her work in a while
Northlake Shivers - She Was Born To Be Country Lyrics
Northlake Shivers - She Was Born To Be Country Lyrics
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English
It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile
She's getting ready for her work in a while
She's sippin on her coffee and takes her blue collar on, no makeup needed for the things to be done
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
Later in the evening, as the sun is going down
She's dressing up for dancing, underneath the sky
She's ready for some two-step, or maybe to rock some jive
And She's Sipping on that ice-cold beer, and now it's time to shine
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile
She's getting ready for her work in a while
She's getting ready for her work in a while
She's sippin on her coffee and takes her blue collar on, no makeup needed for the things to be done
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember are the stories of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
Later in the evening, as the sun is going down
She's dressing up for dancing, underneath the sky
She's ready for some two-step, or maybe to rock some jive
And She's Sipping on that ice-cold beer, and now it's time to shine
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
She loves the sound of a fiddle playing along, ruff and a little tacky is her song
She goes hunting with her daddy
Cooking with her mom
Makes moonshine with grandpa, and writing her songs
Songs that she'll remember for the rest of her life, she's feeling lucky
She was born to be country
She was born to be country
It was early in the morning, she wakes up with a smile
She's getting ready for her work in a while
Writer: Ronnie Aronsson, Linus Andersson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Northlake Shivers
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Ronnie Aronsson, Linus Andersson