COUNTRY GIRL I'm not a shopper, don't ask me to go I hate searching thru all those clothes Can't bear to stand in those long isles While friends of mine shop for a while I just don't like to shop at all Yet some of my friends have a ball I guess you could call me, "a no shopping freak" When I'm pressed to go, you should hear me screech But when some one says let's go for a drive My spirit perks up, I come alive Let's drive through the Beautiful country side Ah, the fences are white and the meadows wide A horse, a cow I see here and there Sharing all this is like an answered prayer You can call me a true country girl The country's the best place in the world written by: Betty Hill