Boots 'n Jeans

You got the right stuff for falling in love
So let me introduce you to where I come from
I like summer nights and lying under the stars
And singing Strawberry Wine with my girls at the bar
Before you go and give me, «what's your sign?»
A pickup truck’s as good as a pickup line
To a full-grown, homegrown country girl like me
Yeah you get what you see
Hey boy
Your motorcycle jacket’s got you looking a bit James Dean
But I don’t really enjoy all of that racket coming out of the back of your
Harley
If you wanna get together, I don’t mind the leather
But the country girl in me loves boys in pickups
Cowboy boots 'n jeans
Boots 'n jeans
You got them tattoos everywhere
But it’s what’s inside that’s gonna make me care
And if you’re betting on you and me getting along
Boy you better brush up on your country songs
Before you give me «can I buy you a drink?»
Tequila shots won’t get you near as far as you think
'Cause I’m a full-grown, homegrown country girl at heart
Yeah we know who we are
Hey boy
Your motorcycle jacket’s got you looking a bit James Dean
But I don’t really enjoy all of that racket coming out of the back of your
Harley
If you wanna get together, I don’t mind the leather
But the country girl in me loves boys in pickups
Cowboy boots 'n jeans
Boots 'n jeans
Hey boy
Your motorcycle jacket is really so James Dean
I don’t enjoy all of that racket coming out of the back of your Harley
If you wanna get together, I don’t mind the leather
But the country girl in me loves boys in pickups
Cowboy boots 'n jeans
Oh yeah, I want a boy in a pickup, cowboy boots 'n jeans
Boots 'n jeans, yeah
Boots 'n jeans
Boots 'n jeans, yeah