Lyrics

He’s Barefoot In His Cowboy Boots
His Faded Blue Jeans Fit Skin Tight
Pearl Buttons Snapped Up All The Way
A Three Day Beard That’s Trimmed Just Right

Heads Turn When He Walks In The Bar
Conversations Stop For A While
Young Ladies Asking With Their Eyes
He Answers With His Wicked Smile

He Speaks In Whispers Never Loud
Until He’s Singing To The Crowd
His Guitar Knows Right From Wrong
That Bad Boy Plays A Pretty Good Song

Guys Try Their Best To Be Like Him
Most End Up Acting Like A Fool
A Few Ladies He Lets Inside
Admit The Dude Is Kick-Ass Cool

Country Critics Don’t Like His Style
They Say His Ego’s Off The Charts
His Country Fans Don’t Mind A Bit
If He Leaves Them With Broken Hearts

He Speaks In Whispers Never Loud
Until He’s Singing To The Crowd
His Guitar Knows Right From Wrong
That Bad Boy Plays A Pretty Good Song

He’s A Guy With Attitude
A Bad Boy But Never Rude

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