George F****** Strait

I bet it's Texas

The way he's walking

Tall drink of water in a ten-gallon hat

Faded ring on his pocket

Can't mind my business

When he's lookin' like that

Boy, they still make 'em

Just like they used to

He got them manners of a Southern Baptist saint

He got a wrench

I got a screw loose

He got me buckin' right out the starting gate

Lord, if I can't have him

I'll get on my knees and pray

God, give me a man

That just gets better with age

Like George fucking Strait

Come by it honest

How I pick 'em

It's in my roots that I want 'em in boots

Tie me up

I got a problem

And I know just the kinda lasso he can use

Lord, if I can't have him

I'll get on my knees and pray

God, give me a man

That just gets better with age

I've loved a lot of cowboys

In my daddy issue phase

God, give me a man

That just gets better with age

Like George fucking Strait

Lord, if I can't have him

I'll get on my knees and pray

God, give me a man

That just gets better with age

I've loved a lot of cowboys

In my daddy issue phase

God, give me a man

That just gets better with age

Like George fucking Strait

Like George fucking Strait