Long Haired Country Boy

He rolls up in a pickup truck
Stoge in his teeth while he's grinnin' at me
Wearing cowboy boots that are tattered and used
Red bandanna tied around his do
He's a long haired country boy
And I know I shouldn't love him
But I got no choice
Pickin' on a tele strapped again this belly
Playin' Merle Haggard for the whole tavern
Guzzles it fast, that beer in his glass
Sitting' next to the mic, he's just what I like
He's a long haired country boy
And I know I shouldn't love him
But I got no choice
He's a little bit country, a little rock and roll
Likes to drink beer and likes to get stoned
Got nips of Jim Beam in the pocket of his jeans
Most bad ass man that I've ever seen
He's a long haired country boy
And I know I shouldn't love him
But I got no choice
Spends his days out fishin' and his nights out drinkin'
Ain't coming home till that pale moon's sinkin'
Ain't got no respect, grabbing on my neck
Pulling in for a kiss, ooh that man's got grit!
He's a long haired country boy
And I know I shouldn't love him
But I got no choice
Cause he's a long haired country boy
And I know I shouldn't love him
But I got no choice