Verse 1: I'm not the sort to fall easily in love They are few and far between that catch my eye But when she walked up with that smile and "howdy do" My tongue tied knots I didn't know that it could tie
She's gorgeous, pragmatic, industrious and kind She down-right radiates agrarian allure If there was a contest for winsome country class There'd be a bright blue ribbon headed straight to her
Prechorus: Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed My heart is hogtied That twang is knockin' me out
Take me on down to your farm, girl Turn on your charm, girl That countrified charisma is what I am all about
Chorus: My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare And I won't ever want no other, I do declare There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
Verse 2: She's not afraid of a little sweat and mud She's got my heart beating a steady pitter pat No fuss, no pretense, and nary a complaint I swear she hides a halo 'neath that stetson hat
Caring, devoted, and level-headed, and Good lord, her baking is a gift from the divine Oh tell me that she feels the same way that I do I'll be her sugarcube; she'll be my valentine