I grew up poor and ragged   Just a simple country girl   I wanted to be pretty   More than anything in the world   Like Barbie or the models in the Fredrick's catalogues   From rags to riches in my dreams I could have it all.      I’m just a backwoods Barbie   Too much makeup, too much hair   Don’t be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there   Don’t let these false eyelashes lead you to believe   That I'm as shallow as I look   'ause I run true and deep.      I’ve always been misunderstood   Because of how I feel   Don’t judge me by the cover   Cause I’m a real good book   So read into it what you will   But see me as I am   The way I look is just a country girl's idea of glam.      I’m just a backwoods Barbie   In a push-up bra and heels   I might look artificial   But where it counts I’m real   And I’m all dolled up   And hopin' for a chance to prove my worth   And even backwoods Barbies   Get their feelings hurt.      I’m just a backwoods Barbie   Too much makeup, tmuch hair   Don’t be fooled by thinking that the goods are not all there   Yes, I can see where I could be misjudged upon first glance   But even backwoods Barbies deserve a second chance.      I’m just a backwoods Barbie   Just asking for a chance   Just a backwoods Barbie...