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