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I'm from Conyers Georgia where the peaches grow,we drink lemonade, and talk real slow!
I like partyin, 4wheelin, shoppin, sleepin, and just havin a good time! !
*I'm just a down home country girl,City life makes my head swirl I luv to ride, hunt, and fish,I can cook up most any dish In a crowd I about fall apart,Leastways it feels like I'll bust my heart I'll look after a critter of any kind,It's only the two-legged critters I mind*
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u know u have the keys to a cowboy's heart, when u have the keys to his truck
I like my GUYS like my TRUCKS: LOUD, EQUIPPED & DIRTY! y'd u come in here looking like that,n ur cowboy boots & ur painted on jeans All decked out like a cowgirl's dreams
All a country girl needs is a guy with a big truck
Southern born, Southern bred, and when i die i'll be southern dead! I'm Southern raised with southern class & if ya'll don't like it you can kiss my southern ass
WrAnGLeR BuTts DrIvE Me NuTtS
Growin up Southern is a privelage, really. Its more than where youre born, its an idea, a state of mind that's imparted at birth. Its more than lovin fried chicken, sweet tea, football, beer, country pimpin and acoustic guitars. Its bein hospitable, devoted to screen porches, moon pies, Sun Drop...and eachother. We don't become Southern...we're born that way!!
EmAiL Me!
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