I could tell she was a hot rod when she walked in all alone  Made a pit stop at the front bar, in a puff of smoke was gone  I followed her smell of perfume, cause she was too far out of sight  Tried to catch up but the girl was running one hell of a race tonight    She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine  All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and Wrangler jeans  She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of Jim Beam  She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine    There's a guy on every corner, watching her make the bend  Hoping he'll be the next one to take her for a spin  She's not the kind that can be hot wired with money or romance  Got a body for pleasure, but all she wants to do is dance    She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine  All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and Wrangler jeans  She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of Jim Beam  She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine    She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of Jim Beam  She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine  She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine