| I can see you are a woman of taste | 
| By your Reba McEntire tattoo | 
| And I love the way you wear your hair | 
| You’re as hot as a Cutlass 442 | 
| You impressed me when you went to the jukebox | 
| And played «A Boy Named Sue» | 
| And you’re drinking like a sailor on leave | 
| You’re a cowboy’s dream come true | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| You look like my kinda trouble | 
| And I don’t wanna drink alone | 
| No lasting obligations | 
| We’re both rolling stones | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| But didn’t turn me on an urban cowboy | 
| A hot one runs west | 
| You the Motel 6 kind | 
| Not the Holiday Inn Express | 
| You’re more Robert’s Western World | 
| Than the Bluebird Cafe | 
| And you fell off the karaoke stage | 
| Singing «Heaven's Just A Sin Away» | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| You look like my kinda trouble | 
| And I don’t wanna drink alone | 
| No lasting obligations | 
| We’re both rolling stones | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| You got that «come hither» look | 
| Like lust eatin' a saltine cracker | 
| And when I saw you in the neon light | 
| I thought you were a movie actor | 
| Thank you, darling, let me guess | 
| Outlaw Josey Wales | 
| I was thinking Gary Busey | 
| I’m gonna need a lot more cocktails | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| You look like my kinda trouble | 
| And I don’t wanna drink alone | 
| No lasting obligations | 
| We’re both rolling stones | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home | 
| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double | 
| And take one of you home |