Verse I

 

Three piece-suits, denim, and boots.

If a Honky Tonk is what you want.

You are in the wrong place.

I’m sitting at the bar waiting to see your face.

But all these city slickers don’t ‘wanna pay.

 

Chorus

 

I tell them all I don’t ride that way.

I tell them all sugar that’s okay.

I’m already drunk with your love.

I’m leaving here alone today.

 

Verse II

 

These city boys don’t know how to play.

It’s been days since I’ve seen hats or spurs.

Silk ties and slick hands.

But honey, I’ve got a real man.

 

Chorus

 

I tell them all I don’t ride that way.

I tell them all sugar that’s okay.

I’m already drunk with your love.

I’m leaving here alone today.

 

Verse III

 

Martinis and Manhattans were never my thing.

You walk with your Levis and leather, and I start to sway.

Having your arms around me is all it takes.

These city boys don’t know how to play.

 

Chorus

 

I tell them all I don’t ride that way.

I tell them all sugar that’s okay.

I’m already drunk with your love.

I’m leaving here alone today.