Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there
High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare
It's easy to see she's got her style down pat
Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat
Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
She likes pickup trucks and longnecks and she loves to dance
She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance
Skin tight jeans and a cowboy hat
Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat
Well you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man
But I thank heaven every chance I can
For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man
But I thank heaven every chance I can
For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
You can find them on a city street or down a country road
Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go
Take your breath away like a tire gone flat