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 Mommas 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 Mommas 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! C'mon Steve! Blue jean country queen A honky tonk heart attack Boots to her knees fringe on her sleeves and horns on her Cadillac Mommas 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