Lift kit on a limousine, I got
Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
Ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's for a
Little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sitting at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone

With them cold ones coming
And that smoke filling up my lungs
I got fuck-you money, girl
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
When they curving up them jeans
I'm just looking for the right one
But them wrong ones keep looking at me

Straight outta Louisian', I'm a
Bad boy, real good man, got a
Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
I can't help that they wanna glance
Ain't one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys saying, "Please don't take the girl"

Keep them cold ones coming
And that smoke filling up my lungs
I got country money, honey
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
The way they curving up them jeans
I'm just looking for the right one
But them wrong ones keep looking at me