When She Puts on Them Jeans

I climbed off that rusty farm hog
 Covered head to boot with dirt
 I rinsed off quick in a swimming hole
 Throw me on a clean shirt
 'Cause I know my baby's sittin' there waiting
 Rockin' on a porch swing
 And she ain't clueless
 She knows what she's doin' and how it gets to me
 When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck
 She kicks up her bare feet, and I'm sweatin' bullets son
 It's almost blinding, but my eyes ain't minding
 She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen
 When she puts on them jeans
 Sittin' in the back pue, listening to the preacher talk
 Preachin' 'bout be thankful, Lord, I'm sure thankin' God
 She's got me in a mess with that sundress
 Yeah, my baby, she's on fire
 We were late for the sermon
 The hymns we never heard, but later on hits the choir
 When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck
 She kicks up her bare feet and I'm sweatin' bullets son
 It's almost blinding, but my eyes ain't minding
 She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen
 When she puts on them jeans, yeah
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 When she puts on them jeans, climbs up in my truck
 She kicks up her bare feet, and I'm sweatin' bullets son
 It's blinding, but my eyes ain't minding
 She's the best thing this back road boy has ever seen
 When she puts on them jeans
 When she puts on them jeans
 Son