Steve Fishell - Felicia lyrics

[Verse 1] She's so country she's never been to town Her hair is red and her eyes are brown She sleeps all night, works all day Slops the hogs and bales the hay [Verse 2] Calico kisses and homemade pies White cotton socks hung out to dry Chicken and a hound dog scratching out back Fresh poke of greens in a gunny sack [Chorus] Felicia, Felicia Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller Of her daddy's Mountain Dew [Verse 3] Patches on her britches, dimple in her jaw Prettiest thing you ever saw Gets her honey from the bee The water from the well When the sun goes down you can hear me yell [Chorus] Felicia, Felicia Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller Of her daddy's Mountain Dew [Instrumental break] [Verse 4] Hitch a mule, pitch a crop Work them fields when the sun gets hot She ain't got time to waste on me But oh every time I see [Chorus] Felicia, Felicia Way up in a holler, sweeter than a swaller Of her daddy's Mountain Dew [Tag] Felicia, Felicia Felicia, Felicia