Bo Brendle

Bo Brendle

 Mount Juliet, Tennessee, USA
SoloCountry

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  • Bo Brendle Vocalist

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She's California

Written By: Bo Brendle

Bo Brendle
5017 War Admiral Ct - Mount Juliet, TN - 37122
Cell: 816.617.6202
Bo.Brendle@yahoo.com
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"She's California"
                 
I'm a song, song of the south
Give me some George Jones and I'll shut my mouth
I'm no stranger to hand me downs

She was, born and raised in the sunshine
I bet she knows her way around Rodeo Drive
Silver spoons and evening gowns

Everybody says there ain't no chance
A good ol' boy like me could get a girl like that

Chorus
She's an open field of wild flowers
I'm an old painted on water tower
I'm a rusty pick up and she's a Rolls

She's a glass of wine in a French chateau
I'm a jug of shine down a dusty road
A fairytale princess and a regular joe

She's California, I'm Muscle Shoals

Verse 2
It took just, one stary skied summer night
One look into those eyes
To realize I couldn't live without her

I can't explain the feeling I'm getting
Oh now, who am I kidding

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
She's a sunset in Santa Ana
I'm a podunk town in Alabama
Why she picked me I'll never know
But we're turning heads everywhere we go

Cause She's California
I'm somewhere between Mississippi and Georgia
She's California, I'm Muscle Shoals

“Dirt Road Habit”

Written By: Bo Brendle

Bo Brendle
5017 War Admiral Ct - Mount Juliet, TN - 37122
Cell: 816.617.6202
Bo.Brendle@yahoo.com
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“Dirt Road Habit”

I’m addicted, To her kiss it’s
Strong and sweet like peach moonshine
When this ol’ country boy, needs a fix we just
Point the chevy toward that county line

Whoa whoa, whoa I gotta have it
She’s my little Dirt Road Habit
Rather die than live without it
Whoa whoa my Dirt Road Habit
She’s my, she’s my little Dirt Road Habit

My day could drag on, everything can go wrong
But there’s this eerie calm when she speaks my name
Then in the dashboard light, There’s a storm in her eyes
That sends a bolt of lightning shootin through my veins

Whoa whoa, whoa I gotta have it
She’s my little Dirt Road Habit
Rather die than live without it
Whoa whoa my Dirt Road Habit
She’s my, she’s my little Dirt Road Habit

Bridge:
She gets me high, just with her touch
Yeah I’m a junkie, and she’s a drug
And I can’t get enough

Whoa whoa, whoa I gotta have it
She’s my little Dirt Road Habit
Rather die than live without it

Whoa whoa, whoa I gotta have it
She’s my little Dirt Road Habit
Rather die than live without it
Whoa whoa my Dirt Road Habit
She’s my, she’s my little Dirt Road Habit