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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lee Ann Womack
Lead Vocals
Bergen White
Background Vocals
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Carl Gorodetsky
Conductor
Catherine Umstead
Strings
Curtis Young
Background Vocals
David Angell
Strings
David Davidson
Strings
Gary Vanosdale
Strings
Glenn Worf
Bass
John Catchings
Strings
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Lee Larrison
Strings
Liana Manis
Background Vocals
Lisa Cochran
Background Vocals
Lisa Silver
Background Vocals
Lonnie Wilson
Drums
Mary Vanosdale
Strings
Pamela Sixfin
Strings
Pat Flynn
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Robert Mason
Strings
Steve Nathan
Piano
The Nashville String Machine
String Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Martin
Songwriter
Tim Nichols
Songwriter
Bergen White
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Wright
Producer
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Robert Charles
Additional Engineer
Ronnie Thomas
Editing Engineer
Tim Coyle
Additional Engineer
Warren Peterson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I heard he was gonna marry some girl from Denver
Then my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her
There was the girl on the social page, lookin' in love and all engaged
We decided she don't take a very good picture
It may be my family's redneck nature
Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior
It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger
But I don't like her
She may be an angel who spends all winter
Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner
A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner
But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later
I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker
Childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target
I couldn't be happier on my own but I've got the slightest of a jealous bone
And seein' her with him tends to enlarge it
It may be my family's redneck nature
Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior
It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger
But I don't like her
She may be an angel who spends all winter
Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner
A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner
But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later
Inside her head may lay all the answers
For curin' diseases from baldness to cancer
Salt of the earth and a real good dancer
But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later
Well, it was just one tooth
Did I mention I don't particularly care for her?
She makes me sick
Writer(s): Tim Nichols, Tonyl Martin
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