No Woman of Mine

I was raisin' Hell in Nashville
 With a damn good friend of mine
 Talkin' 'bout the ideal woman
 Who might walk in tonight
 Brunettes, blondes, redheads
 And everything in between
 Tell me
 Who's the woman of your dreams?
 He said, "I'm lookin' for an angel
 Who's a devil in disguise
 Rich enough to buy the bank
 And easy on the eyes
 I said you may be lookin'
 For somebody long and lean
 But I'll fill you in
 On what a woman is to me
 Yeah, she's wearin faded blue jeans
 And Tony Lama boots
 Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
 Playin' Merle Haggard tunes
 And if she don't know how to two-step
 And she's never learned to ride
 Then let me tell you, son
 That she ain't no woman of mine
 I don't need no princess
 Or no daddy's girl
 I need a bona fied, backwoods, down-home lovin'
 If she's gonna rock my world
 The kind of woman who don't mind goin' out on a Saturday night
 Put the pedal to the metal and kick it into four wheel drive
 Yeah, she looks her best in a cotton dress
 And Tony Lama boots
 Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
 Playin' a Waylon tune
 And if she don't know how to two-step
 And she's never learned to ride
 Then let me tell you, son
 That she ain't no woman of mine
 Oh she's wearin faded blue jeans
 And Tony Lama boots
 Behind the wheel of a pick-up truck
 Playin' Chris Ledoux
 And if she don't know how to two-step
 And she's never learned to ride
 Then let me tell you, son
 That she ain't no woman of mine
 Oh now let me tell you son that she ain't no woman of mine