Song Length |
3:31 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
My little woman like to sit on the porch
these hot summer nights
sippin' her tea in her bare feet
cathin' fireflys
Now she'll rock back and forth in that old wooden swing
and sing Patsy Cline
Oh what a sight
for this country boy's eyes
That woman of mine
My little woman likes to wash her truck
in her Daisy Dukes
She wears pearls with jeans
and boy she gets mean
if you step on her boots
She's got a mind of her own
and she'll let me know
should I step out of line
But oh what a sight for this country boy's eyes
that woman of mine
Now I ain't gotta shop nowhere else
'cause I've got heaven to myself
Come hell or high water, rain or shine
I love that woman of mine
My little woman likes to hold me tight
we sleep like spoons
Come the early morning light
I'm up and gone
She likes to sleep till noon
But when evening comes around
we slip into town all dressed to the nines
Oh what sight for those country boy's eyes
That woman of mine
Now I ain't gotta shop nowhere else
'cause I've got heaven to myself
Come hell or high water, rain or shine
I love that woman of mine