Lyrics
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
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