Lyrics High Tone Woman - George Strait

High Tone Woman

I been watchin’you watchin’her watchin’herself in the mirror,
In her tailor-made dress an’her long blonde hair,
An’her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you’re makin’your move,
But she hasn’t got time for a man who’s tongue-tied.
An’she doesn’t like cowboys an’thinks less of fools.
So, boy, don’t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She’ll cut up your heart like an’old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Instrumental break.
Hey, I’m on your side;
don’t go gettin’me wrong, now:
You’re not a bad fellow at all.
But you’re out of her league so stay in the bleachers:
Son, you couldn’t please her if you had it all.
So, boy, don’t you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She’ll cut up your heart like an’old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
You’re a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
(I seen her.)
I’ve seen her cut up a heart like an’old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Oh no, I’ve never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.