No Woman Of Mine

(álbum: Beggin' For More - 2013)

I was raising Hell in Nashville
With a damn good friend of mine
Talking 'bout the ideal woman
Who might walk in tonight
Brunettes, blondes, redheads
And everything in between
Tell me
Who's the woman of your dreams

He said, "I'm looking for an angel
Who's a devil in disguise
Rich enough to buy the bank
And easy on the eyes"
I said you may be looking
For somebody long and lean
But I'll fill you in
On what a woman is to me

Yeah, she's wearin faded blue jeans
And Tony Lama boots
Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
Playing Merle Haggard tunes
And if she don't know how to two-step
And she's never learned to ride
Then let me tell you, son
That she ain't no woman of mine

I don't need no princess
Or no daddy's girl
I need a bona fied, backwoods, down-home loving
If she's gonna rock my world
The kind of woman who don't mind going out on a Saturday night
Put the pedal to the metal and kick it into four wheel drive

Yeah, she looks her best in a cotton dress
And Tony Lama boots
Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
Playing a Waylon tune
And if she don't know how to two-step
And she's never learned to ride
Then let me tell you, son
That she ain't no woman of mine

Oh she's wearin faded blue jeans
And Tony Lama boots
Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
Playing Chris Ledoux
And if she don't know how to two-step
And she's never learned to ride
Then let me tell you, son
That she ain't no woman of mine
Oh now let me tell you son that she ain't no woman of mine