Mama taught me how to sit up straight

Smile pretty, don't you be too late

Wear your Sunday dress and hold your tongue

That's how a proper lady should be done

But I got dirt beneath my fingernails

And stories that would make your preacher pale

I don't need a man to tell me who I am

I'm a wildfire woman with my own damn plan

I'm not your Southern Belle, honey

Don't expect me to ring your bell

I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please

When I'm raising a little hell

I'm not your Southern Belle, darling

Got my boots and my heart to sell

I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world

And I'm not your Southern Belle

Your mama thinks I'm trouble with a capital T

'Cause I speak my mind and I won't bend the knee

I'll take my bourbon neat and my music loud

I'm a thunderstorm, baby, not a passing cloud

Got a tattoo where the sun don't shine

And I'll outride you on that county line

I don't need approval from your country club

I'm a red dirt queen and I'm proud of the mud

I'm not your Southern Belle, honey

Don't expect me to ring your bell

I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please

When I'm raising a little hell

I'm not your Southern Belle, darling

Got my boots and my heart to sell

I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world

And I'm not your Southern Belle

I tried to be what they wanted me to be

Curled my hair and said "yes sir" politely

But that girl in the mirror wasn't really me

So I threw on my jeans and I set myself free

I'm not your Southern Belle, honey

Don't expect me to ring your bell

I don't pour sweet tea and I don't say please

When I'm raising a little hell

I'm not your Southern Belle, darling

Got my boots and my heart to sell

I'm a whiskey girl in a pickup truck world

And I'm not your Southern Belle

But you love me anyway, don't you baby?

Yeah, you do...