Lyrics

sweet little girl
lives to the south of the kentucky line
a little miss priss
boy you'd be lucky if you caught her eye

wears them tight skinny jeans
drinks a latte when it rains
I couldn't wait for rainy days
cause it's a good thing

Oh, wonder what she would think of me
These dirty boots, and these worn out blue jeans
can't blame this boy for dreaming this dream
but maybe, maybe

if i walked up to her
i wonder what she would say
would she give me a chance
or even give me the time of the day

oh what i'd give
to hold her each and every night
and what i'd give up
just to see her with a smile

Oh, wonder what she would think of me
These dirty boots, and these worn out blue jeans
can't blame this boy for dreaming this dream
but maybe, maybe

she thinks of me
every night and day
and always says, what i'm about to say
that she needs me to be by her side
that she is dreaming every single night

we're holding hands, walking down the beach
laughing at jokes til our sides our weak
then watching the sun set over the bay
and praying to do this just one more day
maybe