| There ain’t a pair of boots in my closet that ain’t scuffed up and walked right
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| through the soles
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| And there ain’t a pair of jeans that ain’t hanging on by the seams and full of
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| holes
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| I ain’t never been inside a three-piece suit. |
| And my collar’s just a worn out
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| shade of blue
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| I try to beat the morning sun out of the bed
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| Man I work like hell til the sun goes down and then
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| I rest my head next to the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
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| Lord only knows what she means to me
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| Solid as the rock on her left hand
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| She’s proud to be my woman, that’s why I’m proud to be her man
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| She’s flowers in her hair on Sunday morning
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| And she’s a Bud Light in her hand on Friday night
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| She’s cornbread in the oven
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| She’s wild and crazy loving me just right
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| Oh you know that’s right
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| She ain’t afraid to put me in my place
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| She ain’t afraid to love me every night so every day.
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| I try to beat the morning sun out of the bed
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| Man I work like hell til the sun goes down and then
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| I rest my head next to the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
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| Lord only knows what she means to me
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| Solid as the rock on her left hand
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| She’s proud to be my woman, that’s why I’m proud to be her man
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| She can rock a dress in cowboy boots, make a rolling stone wanna plant some
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| roots
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| She’s the one thing that I can’t afford to lose
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| So I try to beat the morning sun out of the bed
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| Man I work like hell til the sun goes down and then
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| I rest my head next to the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
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| Lord only knows what she means to me
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| The reason I keep this ring on my left hand
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| She’s proud to be my woman, that’s why I’m proud to be her man
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| She’s proud to be my woman, and that’s why I’m proud to be her man |