She fogs up the mirrors in my Iroc-Z She fries catfish like you never seen She stops the clock when she walks in a room Make you wanna run out and howl at the moon Chorus She's a dixie boy special, heartbreaker guarantee She's a dixie boy special, the original recipe You'd never believe when she's all dressed up How she can back up a boat in a pickup truck She'll catch a 20 pound bass on an 8 pound line Party 3 days straight and still look fine Chorus Solo Oooohhs In a little black dress or a cowboy hat You're gonna wanna look but you can't touch that She likes beer, she don't care for wine Keep your hands to yourself, brother, she's all mine