I see the sun going down, Lord I'm getting ready.
Spent half the evening shining up my Chevy.
Got a hot date, I can't be late.
Not for this one, no.
And when she called me up and said, "boy come on," I run through the shower, splashed my cologne, threw on a pearl snap, a ball cap, some black boots, and hit the road.
And when I pulled up she was sitting on the porch swing, painted on blue jeans, tight like a fiddle string.
Country queen, long and lean like a limousine.
She's like the leaves in the fall y'all, the prettiest thing I've ever seen.
And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.
She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.
I like it when she rolls down the window, slide over in the middle, put her head on my shoulder, and whispers in my ear, "
Sure like it when you let me ride."
A little slow mo, don't need the radio because the crickets are singing down on the lake road and she can get a rhythm to the sounds of a southern night.
And before too long we ain't gon have nothing but the moonlight on.
And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.
She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.
And she don't need a whole lot to have her a good time.
She likes to head out of town and ride around out where the moon shines.
She likes dancing in the headlights, loving on a rainy night.
Lord, I'm telling y'all, she could make a living out of looking good, make a preacher man wish he could, my backwoods baby doll.