Don’t Knock It Songtext
von Baylee Littrell

Girl it′s pretty clear that you
Ain't from ′round here
Making fun of the way I talk
By the look on your face
You ain't ever seen a place like this
But it ain't your fault
That you grew up in the city
Where nobody says "y′all"
But you′re sure lookin' pretty
In a town this small

Four wheel drivin′ on some dirt
Mama's cookin′ after church
Maybe just maybe you'll like it
So girl don′t knock it 'til you try it
White lightning straight out the jar
Bonfires and passing guitars
Maybe just maybe you'll like it
So girl don′t knock it ′til you try it
Try it with me


I know I ain't your type but
I bet you wouldn′t mind
A Southern gentleman holding the door
I'd give you diamonds in the sky
Give you kisses countryside
Introduce you to George if you′re up for

Four wheel drivin' on some dirt
Mama′s cookin' after church
Maybe just maybe you'll like it
So girl don′t knock it ′til you try it
White lightning straight out the jar
Bonfires and passing guitars
Maybe just maybe you'll like it
So girl don′t knock it 'til you try it
Try it with me

Four wheel drivin′ on some dirt
Come on now, what's it gon′ hurt
I know you're gonna like it
So girl don't knock it ′til you try it
Sleep in the bed of my truck
Some nights a slowdown of love
Maybe just maybe you could like it
So girl don′t knock it 'til you try it
Try it with me


Don′t knock it
'Cause you might like it
So don′t knock it