Breadwinner in Boots

The sun ain't even peaked above the pines. She's already up and pouring

on the ground. Black coffee in a yeti, with the keys in her hand.

She's the hardest working woman, in this whole damn land. 'Cause she don't

need a suit. She don't need that tie. Just a worn out pair of

Wranglers, with a fire in her eyes. She'll knock you out,

with just one kiss. Then yell, "See ya cowboy, I'm getting gone

and I never do get tired of this." Oh, my bread winner

in boots, yeah, she's so fine. Got me yelling out in public,