Kyle Park - No Woman of Mine lyrics

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