The first time I saw her down at the Dairy Queen
In her Hank Jr. t-shirt and her cut-off jeans
She looked cooler than a cherry coke on the Fourth of July
It took a little time to get her on the phone
Took a little more to get her all alone
But she was hotter than the sun and sweeter than strawberry pie
Now night after night we go drivin' around
With the radio up and the windows down
Everybody knows by now in this whole damn town
She's gonna ruin my bad reputation
She's got me wanting to walk the line
They'll put a star on the bar where I did all my drinkin'
She's gonna ruin my bad reputation
It might of been the red, white and blue in her eyes
Or the way she put the ketchup on her french fries
BNut when love somes calling there's nothin' that you can do
Now I'm spendin all my money on roses and wine
Down at the shop workin' all the time
My buddies say I'm actin' like a love sick fool
So c'mon boys raise your bottles high
And help me drink one more tonight
'Cause after here comes the bride comes the double wide