Mason Ramsey — Twang

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Yeah, she likes how sweet I like my sweet tea
And she likes my boots with these blue jeans
And she likes poppin’ buttons on my pearl snap
And she likes my cowboy hat

But she loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it’s me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang

Yeah, she likes how good I pick a guitar
And she likes when I play her my songs
And she tells me I’m gonna be a big star
She’s always singin’ along

She loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it’s me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang

Yeah, she likes how good I pick a guitar
She’s always singing along

She loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it’s me by the way I sing

She loves me for my twang
Reminds her of a little Hank
When she hears me on the radio
She knows that it’s me by the way I sing
She loves me for my twang
Loves me for my twang