Blue Jean Country Queen (feat. Steve Wariner)

She rolls up to the Continental Club with a Farrah Fawcett smile

Parks on the sidewalk, fresh coat of lip gloss, struts to the front of the line

Blows a kiss for the cover, makes the cover band stutter, a real life Barbie doll

Girls are all glaring, boys are all staring, the 1970's called

She's a blue jean country queen, a honky tonk heart attack

Boots to her knees, fringe on her sleeves and horns on her Cadillac

Momma's prayer and daddy's nightmare, made for the neon lights

She's a blue jean country queen looking for a king tonight

Ain't bought a beer since coming in here, the boys take care of that

They all wanna be the guy that gets to see the place where she hangs her hat

After long-necking and a little two-stepping, she leaves 'em with a case of heart burn

She ain't met a cowboy yet that knows how to handle her

She's a blue jean country queen, a honky tonk heart attack

Boots to her knees, fringe on her sleeves and horns on her Cadillac

Momma's prayer and daddy's nightmare, made for the neon lights

She's a blue jean country queen looking for a king tonight

(Look out, boys)

(Come on, Steve)

Blue jean country queen, a honky tonk heart attack

Boots to her knees, fringe on her sleeves and horns on her Cadillac

Momma's prayer and daddy's nightmare, made for the neon lights

She's a blue jean country queen looking for a king tonight

Blue jean country queen looking for a king tonight

All night