Lyrics

She plays a mean game of poker She's got curls in her hair She looks good on Broadway Or the middle of nowhere She's got three dogs she rescued On a road trip out West She can change a tire, build a fire Makes my heart beat out my chest Oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning She got a mind of her own, Lord, ain't she something? Gets me high like lightning storming I believe in the power of a woman And she loves tequila and Jesus Says they make her feel warm Says things like, "Holy Moses" And, "I bless your damn heart" She can cuss like a sailor She gets that from her mom But her favorite four-letter word Is love, love, love And oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning She got a mind of her own, Lord, ain't she something? Gets me high like lightning storming I believe in the power of a woman I believe in the power of a woman, yeah She works like the devil, and cries when she prays Believes a good glass of wine can fix anything Holds it all together, hell, I'm so amazed How she feeds the babies, jungle crazy With a smile on her face And oh, she's sweet like Sunday morning She got a mind of her own, Lord, ain't she something? Gets me high like lightning storming I believe in the power of a woman I believe in the power of a woman I believe in the power of a woman What a fine woman
Writer(s): Drake White, Lindsay Hinkle, Kelli Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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