[Verse 1]
They rolled up in pressed white shirts
Shiny trucks they barely drive
Talkin’ ’bout their daddy’s money
Flashin’ that fraternity life
I pulled in with my old Ford rattlin’
Mud on the tires, feed in the bed
Nervous hands on the steering wheel
Sunburn line across my neck
[Chorus]
She could’ve had a house on a hill
She could’ve had a diamond and a trust fund will
But she walked past the boys in their spray-on charm
Said, “I’ll take the one who works with his hands” and took my arm
Yeah, they had gold cards, I had calloused skin
They were all talk and brag, so I just listened
That’s how a country boy got chosen
Chosen by an Alabama beauty queen
[Verse 2]
They talked big trips and bottle service
I asked her, “You like fishin’ at dawn?”
She laughed, “I’ve never held a bluegill”
I said, “Girl, that’s somethin’ we can fix real soon” (hey)
I told her ’bout my mama’s Sunday biscuits
How my granddad taught me to pray
Said, “If you’re cold, you take my jacket
If you’re scared, I’m gonna stay”
[Chorus]
She could’ve had a house on a hill
She could’ve had a diamond and a trust fund will
But she danced past the noise and practiced lines
Said, “I want a man who’ll always give me the time”
Yeah, they had gold cards, I had calloused skin
They were all talk and brag, so I just listened
That’s how a country boy got chosen
Chosen by an Alabama beauty queen
[Bridge]
I didn’t play cool, I just told the truth
Held the door, held my tongue, held her eyes in the booth
Those rich boys tried to buy her time
I just gave her mine
[Chorus]
She could’ve had a house on a hill
She could’ve had a diamond and a trust fund will
But she danced past the noise and practiced lines
Said, “I want a man who’ll always give me the time”
Yeah, they had gold cards, I had calloused skin
They were all talk and brag, so I just listened
That’s how a country boy got chosen
Chosen by an Alabama beauty queen
(oh yeah)
(oh yeah)
Copyright February 14, 2026, by Stephen Craig Whitley – All Rights Reserved
