Country Girl Pants

Looking at you, looking at me. No other place I'd rather be. A few black

marks from boot heels, a few stains from waitress spills. Some smoky air,

I see you through. Just a few steps from here to you.

Give me your hand, I'll spin you around. Forget the city.

Here's the only place they're found. In those country girl pants, high or low-rise,

denim wrapping cowboy dreams. Country girl pants, blue, black or faded

and some busting at the seams. These girls ain't city and that's all right with

me. Nothing better for an old cowboy to see than country girl