We're just the good ol' girls,
never needin' a bra,
Beats all you've ever saw,
ridin' on fender walls since the day we were mad.

Revin' up motors,
Grippin' the wheels,
someday the weather might get us,
but the mud never will.

Makin' our way,
the only way we know how,
that's just a little bit more than
the boys will allow.

Just the good ol' girls,
we wouldn't change if we could,
Fightin' the hills like a true ol' redneck should.