Well I'm tired of kicking round, this old town
There ain't much left to see I haven't already seen
And I've been whirled across the floor a dozen times or more
I've had my share of aches and made my dumb mistakes
But now the nights are getting colder as I'm getting older
And the days just seem to keep getting shorter
Something inside's been thinking how nice it?d be
to find someone to hold on to me
So I say my prayers at night
That the Lord will send me one honest guy
A millionaire he don't have to be
So long as he gives me everything that I need
Send me a cowboy, send me a writer
Send me a fireman, a fighter, a pilot, a preacher man
Send me a doctor, or a hillbilly rocker
Lord I don't care what he does
Just so long as he's good enough to be my man
Well I don't need no diamond rings, no fancey things